Laundry Woes Regular Show Novels & Stories

On the right, the third door. The last door is my room. Keep out of it. I had no intention of going to your bedroom. "Okay. He used the bar cart by the windows to pour himself a drink. Didn't give her one, though." There is food in the kitchen. Give yourself anything you desire. Tuesdays and Fridays are when my housekeeper comes. If you put your laundry in the hamper, she will take care of it. Aria blinked. "You have someone do your laundry?" "You don't?" "I use a washing machine like a normal person." Leon's eyes cut to her." You're not a normal person anymore. You're married to me. That comes with certain... adjustments.

They are doing some paper work, well Annex is doing it while Terrick is playing with Epie. ......................................... A girl is sighted airing out the laundry she just hand washed when all of a sudden a bucket of ice cold water is pour on her. Startled with what happen she trips and fall with her butt hitting the hard ground floor. Raising her head up she sees it's her aunt Velma. " how long will it take you to wash this cloths and air them out? You lazy thing. I bet your mother didn't teach you anything.... Look at me when am talking to you" she shouted. Taunting is what she does best both her and her husband Frederick.

“For heaven’s sake Dionne Fay, for how long will you wash that piece of garment?!” I stand surprise when Leigh’s voice echoed in the bathroom. My eyes bulges before I flared my nose up, looking away. “Stop screaming!” “Why are you putting so much effort on it? And wow? You are doing a laundry for that piece of garment? You are not even doing your whole clothe—“ “This is not a garment, what the hell?” I exclaimed back. She groaned this time. “You look sus. Who owns that?” Is hove her face away when she gets closer to me.

he sneers. I try to move to the side, but he moves with me. When I push him, he doesn't budge. Glaring up at him, I roll my eyes. “Can’t you see I’m busy? Say what you have to say and stop bothering me while I’m taking my clothes to be rewashed.” I grit my teeth and emphasize the word 'rewashed'. Syd throws a couple of pairs of dirty underwear into the basin I'm holding and grins as if he doesn't get the hint. “So you're doing laundry. Just in time, wash a few for me too.”

Part of the money will go for rent and bills, but I swear I'm buying enough food to last for more than a few days. My sleep is restless. The following day, I run errands, which include buying groceries. I also haul my laundry to the laundry unit where I'm assigned at the apartment complex. There are six washing machines and three dryers. I use two to wash and two to dry while I read a newspaper left behind by who I'm sure is an older resident. I would typically surf the internet on my phone. While scanning the pages, I daydream about what if. What if Moon was a normal guy? What if Moon wasn't up to his eyeballs in illegal activity? What if Moon wasn't hot? What if Moon had a wart on his nose

“I tell you what Ms. Mable. Let’s clean up the worse of it and not replace the complimentary items. I’m going to block this room for the steam cleaning guys to come in to do. God knows what could be in the carpet – or the walls we can’t see. “Amen,” Mable had said. Mable shook her head at the memory as she pushed the laundry cart into the elevator. Since they had a full house last night, she was going to strip the dirty linens off the beds and out the bathrooms to get the laundry started and to help the other girls out. As she rode the elevator, she realized she has worked for three sets of Garvey’s. Jack and Jo, the twins, and now Juan Garvey, the black sheep.

Careless. “Did the staff forget to clean?” she frowned. Without thinking too much, she began fixing things, arranging the fridge, loading the dishwasher, slipping into a routine that felt familiar. Then she moved to check the laundry.She expected shirts. Suits.Instead, her fingers froze around a piece of fabric, a red lacy Lingerie. Gloria blinked.” What?” She stared at it for a few seconds, her mind running through possibilities before she abruptly dropped it back into the basket. “No. Not my business.”

He still couldn't believe this was the same bedroom he'd less frequently return to in the past. While getting ready for bed, Liam couldn't help but sense something strange with his clothes. The slight creases on his pajama shirt heightened his irritation and he yelled the maid's name all the way from upstairs. “What is the meaning of this, Lana! Didn't you iron it!?” “I did, Mr. Nash,” the maid defended, her body shaking. “B- But, Mrs. Nash shared the house chores and she usually did your laundry.” Haley did his laundry? Liam had once warned her never to touch his things, yet she defied his order.

he says. "There's no spot in here, dummy. It's called a laundry room for a reason." "There's absolutely a spot. I do laundry on Sundays. Everyone knows that." "I must have missed the memo when you practically dragged me here.” I scoff. “Dragged you? If I remember clearly, I saved your ass from being homeless.”He sets his basket down next to mine, way too close, and starts pulling the dead-locker-room jerseys out of the dryer. "Move over, I'll split the machines with you. Unless you'd rather wait two hours."

Laundry was the first order of business before I headed to the kitchen. While I was doing the laundry, Cassie approached with a cunning smirk. Without warning, she deliberately spilled coffee all over the clean clothes. Laughing maliciously, she said, "Guess you'll have to wash them again." Tears welled up as I asked, "Why are you doing this to me?"