A Lesson In Laundry

I have a lot of clothes, which means that I can go for an eternity quite a while without doing laundry. This is most definitely a good thing, as laundry is not high on my list of enjoyed household tasks.

But I think I might have learned my lesson.



Seriously. From laundry.

I was walking into the laundry room to let the dogs out yesterday, and there was a pile of laundry waiting to go into the washing machine. And, you guessed it, I stepped on one of the laundry items. And went flying.

And later that night got to take a trip to the ED. And walked out like this:



Stylish, don't you think?

*I am hopefully going to be able to lose this stylish accessory on Wednesday after I see the orthopedic surgeon. Who is *hopefully* going to tell me that I am just fine, just a klutz.

A klutz who should keep more on top of her laundry.