Miracles DO Happen

Today marks the birth of a new era--

-- an era where kids my age are less idle, have more time and drive to burn butt cheek fat and have more initiative to have toned arms. Today, in short, has been a very productive day for me.

The best part of it was doing laundry. No, I did not enjoy washing clothes and and acquiring muscle aches; I am reveling in the fact that I was able to withstand two hours of mastering the art of manually doing the things a washing machine was invented to do. Our laundry woman has been sick for the past two days and my mother, in fulfilling her mission to teach us basic survival skills (because I'm off to college, boo-yeah!), pulled me and my sister into the laundry room, took two stools and four tubs, and whipped out soiled clothes from the baskets. I was petrified. I searched my memory for sins I must have committed the day before but settled for the concept of causeless chastisement.

I've done laundry before, but that was just among the many undertakings I had during nonage, which means I never took the experience seriously and gave up after about three pieces of apparel. Today was different; I had no choice, really, but to give in to the pleas of my good-natured side. I didn't do much hard labor, actually. Thank you, washing machine. Thank you, Hamilton Smith!

Needless to say, I survived.

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P.S. One tip when doing laundry: Do it with other people. It lessens the emotional burden, trust me.