I stand before my linen closet bursting with pride. I have not only upgraded my wash clothes with thicker, softer ones, but organized towels etc. by color--dark on bottom, and size-small on top. You cannot shower using flimsy wash rags you have no confidence in.
My soap slivers, over 40, are becoming a problem. I sort hem by age, eight months being the oldest. Too long in there they collect bacteria.
I give my old tooth brushes to charity, making sure they still have bristles. Compassion is my middle name.
I am missing a sock and I will find that sucker and make an example of it. That's how I roll.
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