It was time to wash the bedding in my apartment. Now, I probably don't do that as often as polite society would dictate, but 1) I probably spend more time on Hilton's sheets than on my own, and 2) I am a guy.
But it was time. So yesterday I stripped the bed, pulled the pillows from their cases, yanked off the mattress pad, and pulled the comforters from their duvets. Since I have such a small washing machine, the only way to thoroughly wash the linens is to first soak them in OxyClean (RIP, Billy Mays). And it's not like I have a laundry sink or soaking facility, so into the bath tub they went.
I went about my day, and eventually went to bed.
Today I woke up and went to shower, only to discover a bunch of damp sheets already in the tub. I thought, "Huh. That's inconvenient."
My next thought was, "Guess I should skip the shower."
That seemed like a bad precedent. Besides, I didn't think it was right that I had to wait in line to use my own bathroom, behind my sheets. They take forever to get ready for the day.
While I considered the DSM IV ramifications of personifying my sheets like that, I thought, "Why don't I just do the laundry?" Which brought me right back to the issue of there being a good 4 loads of laundry in the tub, and only 1 barely able to fit into the washing machine.
Finally, I came to the only logical solution. The laundry has been in contact with me in the past. Now it was going to be in soapy water. So was I while I showered. So I shrugged, kicked the laundry to one end of the tub and took my shower.
And for some reason, The GF was appalled when I mentioned it.