Our Ultimate TV died last night. I had two episodes of The Tudors saved. I’m trying really hard not to cry right now, but OMG…ARRRGGHHHH! I have nothing to watch while folding laundry, what am I going to do? It really could be worse I guess, had this happened during the final episode of Battelstar Galactica, Tim would have had to medicate me. But the drama, the smoldering bedroom eyes of Jonathan Rhys Meyers, I guess I’m a sucker for Henry Cavill too, got me through the utter bordem of folding and putting endless amounts of laundry away….sigh.
I can stuff laundry into the washing machine, put it in the dryer, and dump it in a basket over and over, with no problems. But I HATE folding it. Hate it, hate it, hate it. So until the Ultimate TV is fixed, all laundry activities In the Davis home will cease until further notice. So there.