Laundry Woes Regular Show Novels & Stories

"I don't either. We need the money. John and everyone else in the business is in a slump. We haven't had a sale in four months and it wasn't a big sale. We still have some savings but, your donation will help a lot. The commission on this house will hold us for a year!" "I don't want to talk anymore about money. For the next few weekends you don't have any money problems. The only problem you have is staying wet. If you dry up I may need to buy stock in KY." "I may need to do laundry for just the towels I sit on. I keep flooding them. That reminds me, are there any other sheets in the house? I could change them and wash the ones we... played on last night and this morning." "Let's go look."

I went to the laundry area and found Auden without clothes. He's is squeezing clothes. I slapped on my forehead. "Is this your first time doing laundry?" I asked him with a laugh. He turned to me and let go of his hold. "W-why?" He took a towel and wiped away his sweats. "You doing it wrong. As far as I know our washing machine is automatic. It will finish as dry. But why are you doing it manually!?" I teased him. I couldn’t help but laugh. It was a waste of his effort to rinse. What he is doing is wrong.

It is already pretty late, and I don't want to be stuck with a bunch of things to do on Sunday, when I am supposed to go uptown to see my dad. When I get to the laundry room, I see two washer and two dryers. One washer is already running. I open the one that isn't and I see white sheets. I guess they must belong to the girl from 301, so I throw them in the dryer for her so that I could wash my own clothes. Maybe I’ll go return them to her later and properly introduce myself...

Rowen added. “So you send her dirty shirts?” Norm questioned. “No. They’re clean. They just smell like me. Even laundered clothes retain your scent. Especially since we use unscented, and no dye laundry detergent here.” Rowen stated with a chuckle. “Oh thank Goddess. Nothing worse than sweat crusty shirts.” Norm stated with a sniff. “I would never do that to my sweet girl.” “Thank you for sharing your story with us Chastity. I hate to say this though, I need to get to bed. I have to be up early for patrol.” Marcus said as he stood up.

“Babe, you don’t have to do that.” “I know I don’t have to do this, but the fact is I won’t be able to sit and look at the tv if this is all here.” She said as the pile grew. “Are these clean?” “I’m not sure.” He replied. “So they have to be washed. As we cook tomorrow, we will also do your laundry.” She said. “No one else has ever done my laundry.” He said softly. “Well, someone has to.” She said as she looked at the pile. “Why is your tv facing that way?”

I decided to take advantage of this moment of peace and get some laundry done. Heading to the laundry room, I picked up the overflowing basket of clothes and started sorting them into piles—whites, colors, and delicates. The rhythmic motions of sorting and loading the washing machine were almost therapeutic. It was a small, manageable task, something I could control. As the machine started its cycle, the hum of it filling with water and the soft swishing of clothes added to the homey atmosphere. I leaned against the counter, letting myself relax for a moment. My thoughts drifted back to the day's events, to the press conference, and the unnerving conversation with Alice.

She supported the old man sitting. "Did you just go for Boss's polo? Because if that's all I'm going to do, go home, sis, and rest." "Oh, that's embarrassing." She said before grabbing her chest. Mallory shook her head and smiled at her. "Well, it's me, I know how to do laundry, and I also washed Boss's clothes when he needed a cleaner here before." She said because she was really worried about it. The old man's smile widened, and she nodded. "Are you sure? I'm not bothering you?"

“I hope we get time to use it!” “So, what is the schedule, anyway?” Jeremy followed Emily into the bathroom and admired the bath with the appreciation of someone who had long been bereft of one, or was renovating their home, and then trailed her into the bedroom where Owen was unpacking his suitcase. “They have laundry,” Owen said, looking up at them with a sheepish grin. “Here I am getting excited about professionally laundered clothing.” “Oh, yes!” Emily said emphatically and wrestled her suitcase onto the bed to begin sorting through her clothes. “Join the club! I wonder if they dry clean?”

“I need to shower now.” “You have time,” Henry said, relaxing against the pillows. “No, I don't. I—wait, where are my clothes?” Caleb stood, spinning around the room. Henry stood, proud. “Washed, dried, ironed. In the closet.” Caleb’s jaw dropped. “You did my laundry? And ironed it?” “I own a smart laundry unit. It practically folds for me.” He smirked. Caleb stared at him, then walked straight into his arms. “You’re perfect.”

I needed this shirt to be absolutely perfect, purely clean and white, just like he demanded. With a shaky breath, I tossed the damp shirt into the drum of the washing machine, measuring out the detergent with precise care. I shut the lid, set the dial to a delicate cycle, and hit the start button. The machine groaned to life, the sound of rushing water filling the small room, echoing the chaotic, racing thoughts inside my head. As the water began to swirl, I could only lean against the machine, staring blindly at the lid and praying to whatever universe was listening that Nathan's video would never see the light of day. The washing machine hummed, filling the small laundry room with a rhythm