I know what it’s like to finish the laundry and to look in the basket five minutes later and it’s full again. I know what it’s like to pull all the groceries in, and see the teenagers run through, and all of a sudden, all of the groceries you just bought a few hours ago are gone.
I had the humble beginnings. I was doing comedy in laundry mats in 1992, literally where I would bring a little gorilla amp and a lapel mike and just start performing.
Dubrovnik is still a thriving, bustling city with modern day shops, restaurants and bars yet still has the old city charm of street vendors, performers and women hanging laundry outside the windows.
The box office is a black money laundry shop. No business is straight.
I am a great procrastinator. When the writing is going really well, the laundry piles up.
I was doing comedy in laundry mats in 1992, literally where I would bring a little gorilla amp and a lapel mike and just start performing.
I farm – there is something visceral about being attached to the land. I am a recording engineer. I do my own laundry most days, and I get on with the business of living.
It’s sweet that I don’t have to do my laundry.
Now they show you how detergents take out bloodstains, a pretty violent image there. I think if you’ve got a T-shirt with a bloodstain all over it, maybe laundry isn’t your biggest problem. Maybe you should get rid of the body before you do the wash.
I always make the joke that I go home, to one of my homes, to go and do laundry so I can go on the road again.
I really like doing the laundry, because I succeed at it. But I loathe putting it away. It is already clean.
I quite like doing laundry. I find it quite like relaxing.
Airing the family’s laundry can make people upset.
Whether it’s destiny or fate or whatever, I don’t think I could do a French Laundry anywhere else.
Obviously, I’m not a Neanderthal. I do do laundry. I am a human being.
I’m comfortable airing my laundry. I don’t think one thing’s dirty or clean. It’s just what I wear.
Unlike the time sink of binge-watching a TV series, podcasts actually made me more efficient. Practically every dull activity – folding laundry, applying makeup – became tolerable when I did it while listening to a country singer describing his hardscrabble childhood, or a novelist defending her open marriage.
In a way it was like washing your laundry in public and, yep, there you go, you’ve seen my underwear. And now I feel like there’s nothing left, you’ve seen it all and I can get on.
We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry.
In my experience in Washington, when people refuse to come clean, it is usually because they are hiding dirty laundry.
A good laundry room with storage can make life easier.
It is not weird for a dad to be doing the dishes, the laundry, and taking the kids to school, and read them stories for bed.
Everything’s always got to be character-based. We know we can’t, if we’re sitting in the editing room, watch the sequence for more than 20 seconds without a character having a point of view or moving the action forward; my brain just shuts down, or I start thinking about my laundry.
I mean, it’s a bit of a double-edged sword being a celebrity and being an actor as I’m sure you know. Your public laundry is constantly aired out and I thought that maybe I could do some good.
Marriage is about the most expensive way for the average man to get laundry done.
There’s a laundry list of reasons why not to borrow from your 401(k). While the money is on loan, it’s not working for you – and if you leave your job, you’ll have to pay it back in 60 days or treat it as a taxable withdrawal.
I made a dollar a day sweeping a laundry out. Then we made a record that was number two in Los Angeles. We got so excited hearing it on the radio that Carl threw up.
I like to cook chicken adobo and do my own laundry.
I find folding laundry very relaxing.
If you don’t go the gym, you don’t look good. If you don’t tan, you’re pale. If you don’t do laundry, you don’t got no clothes.
I will waste an extraordinary amount of time, you know. And if it’s not watching television, I’ll be sitting staring out of the window. And yes, I know there’s the idea of the artist, sitting there doing nothing while things are going on, but actually, no. It’s vacant space. I’m thinking about the laundry.
Long live your laundry!
I wanted to write about what we were doing at the French Laundry, the recipes and the stories.
When I lived in Boston, I had an office that I rented because I found it wonderful to go away from my house to work: It was so quiet, and I couldn’t go to the refrigerator or do the laundry.
My husband and I have, in some ways, a non-traditional relationship – especially when it comes to domestic duties. He does most of the cooking, dishes, and laundry, while I do most of the yard work. I love to mow the lawn! And I take great satisfaction in planting and pruning.
I’m an OCD neat freak. I can’t stand messes. I make my bed every morning. Laundry. I do it all.
We are coming down from our pedestal and up from the laundry room.
I don’t get rattled about the big things. I get rattled when I have to pick up my laundry, get gas in the car, pick up a script.
Women basically want the same thing – a good passionate story, a great fantasy – and for our partners to do the laundry and the washing up.
I love folding laundry.
I cook and do my own laundry.
When I was a kid, I worked as a clerk at my parent’s motel. From when I was eight or nine, I rented rooms, helped with laundry, folding tons of towels. And then I also worked at my dad’s gas station more as a young adult and as an adult.
Room service is nice. Ooh-la-la, a hotel. At home, it’s laundry and school lunches.
We lived in one of those half-basement apartments, and on our first night of being in America, someone reached through the grate that protects the window and stole our laundry detergent – which wasn’t a big deal, but it felt symbolic when I heard about it later as an adult.
I’m really good at laundry, and I have no problem cleaning the kitchen.
People ask me what I do in my spare time, and I look at them blankly, truly believing that I don’t even have spare time, and if I did, I’d probably use it for something mundane, like chipping away at the mound of laundry rising to dangerous proportions in the back room.
I love the smell of clean laundry. Working in the garden and getting my hands dirty. Doing the dishes. These are the things that make me feel normal.
I have a problem getting all my laundry done, cleaning up and doing all of the normal daily things that a grownup should do.
I do my laundry on a weekly basis.
I try to work in the mornings. Usually, I write in my pajamas and slowly assemble myself. I don’t get organized and sit down and get dressed. I do the laundry. I drift in and out of writing.
You don’t realize how hard it is to live on your own. But there’s no mom to do your laundry, and make you dinner and to do things for you, and you don’t think about little things like buying paper towels and salt.
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