DGD - Day 7

Sunday has somehow become laundry day in my house.  I think it is because I have become so lazy on Saturdays that it just naturally migrated to the other half of the weekend.  Every time I do my laundry, though, I am forever grateful to be doing it in the comfort of my home.  I spent the first 3 years of our marriage when we lived in Maryville hauling sheets, towels, and clothing down the street to the laundromat attached to a nearby gas station.  A laundromat where there was a 50/50 chance that my clean clothes would come home smelling like smoke if the laundromat was busy while I was there.  Yes - smoking allowed in a laundromat - very nice!  When we moved into our apartment in KC 11 years ago, I was on cloud 9 when we bought our washer & dryer.  The first day I got to use my very own washer/dryer in my very own home was pure joy.  Maybe it is not pure joy anymore, however, I do admit to feeling very, very grateful every time I start up the washer that I am not in a laundromat & my clothes will not have a smoky fresh clean scent.