I hate doing laundry. Actually I don’t know anyone who actually likes doing it.
I wait weeks, or until I run out of underwear, to do my laundry.
Mar, the roomate, tried the laundry facilities here at our apartment and apparently it is the most worthless thing in the entire world.
So what did we decide to do.
Have someone do our laundry for us.
And no. I am NOT kidding.
They come by, pick up your laundry and bring it to you the next day washed, ironed and folded.
Oh My God.
I am such a brat.
Although, when it comes to laundry, I guess I grew up being a brat.
(I never did my own)
Bless you SF Wash.
Hopefully we have a good relationship in the future.