Time and Tide AND LAuNDRY wait for no one.

Today as I was doing yet another load of laundry, I had a thought dawn on me:
Just as time will inevitable pass us by and the determined tides of the sea show little respect for man's agenda, laundry, too, shows no sympathy.
The piles don't stop a coming because of the holidays (on the contrary, maybe increase) or birthdays.
Each day brings in its share and height to the heap
Did a load?  'Ha Ha,' laughs the rest of the pile, 'Well, you're still behind, you'll never catch up! Go a head try, all the time you spend attempting catch up will only result in more washin n foldin fun!'
'Ok, go ahead, stop doing it,' mocks the mountain. 'I hope you are ok with smelly, stained clothes. You'll have to rely on your 'clothes sniffing' test to see if they passes as an outfit stink free enough to step outside in.'

'Why you little,' I think as I roll up my sleeves with a frown and take another pile to wash, 'I"ll show you!'
I will not be defeated by an accumulated mass of underwear!
I am certain that with time and TIDE I can triumph over these silly talking piles of laundry.


***ok, it is really late. It is only at this hour that my laundry talks to me***