Last
Wednesday morning, I got ready for work, opened my bedroom door to leave and suddenly and unsuspectingly tripped over this.

The previous Tuesday night, I put a load of laundry in the dryer before I went to bed, and guess I fell asleep before it finished. My sweet
roommate Allison so kindly folded my laundry and left it outside my door.
Fast forward a week to today. I get ready for work, open my bedroom door to leave and I suddenly and unsuspectingly tripped over this.

Look similar? That's because it is. It has been 8 days and I have yet to move that pile of clean clothes and properly put them away. Well, I should get a few days credit since I was out of town Friday, Saturday and Sunday. So, 5 days of stepping over this obstruction in my way, instead of taking the three seconds to move it and call it done.
I should be ashamed of myself. I am. Kind of.
I should put it away. I will tonight. Wait, tonight is happy hour and dinner with the girls.
I will put it away. Tomorrow.
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