Acting as the punctuation mark of a wonderfully long vacation is the pile of laundry that forms after unpacking my bags. I know I packed half of my closet for the five day trip, but I really don't remember wearing most of those clothes. I'm confused as to how I have a topplingly full basket, as well as a basketless pile of laundry right next to it. My return from San Juan conveniently coincides with a quick trip to Houston, which is where my mom's washing machine and dryer also live. Rather than having to schlep all of this to the laundry room at my apartment, hoping the machines aren't taken and people aren't thieving, I threw my laundry in the back of Brutus for tomorrow's trip to Houston. Within three short hours, this behemoth of a pile of laundry will be washed, dried, and folded. Convenience at its finest!
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