An open letter to the madness of housewifery,

Dear 10 loads of laundry,
you are freaking KILLING ME. No really. KILLING ME. Who in the HELL wears this many sets of outfits when they're at Aunt Lisa's house? Apparently my family. That's who. And who has "special consideration" pieces like us? Tutus, only cold water pants, only dry clean, only have to sneeze once before you wash, etc. Again. My family. If this is servitude then servitude can kiss my a%s! I bet honey badger doesn't have to do this.
love,
me