Later, I came in the door and couldn't believe my eyes. Today the cleaning lady came through. (Yes, we have cleaning ladies here ... they come irregularly, empty the trash, do a quick dusting, probably say "gaack" when they come in my room, and that's normally about it). And there, on my bed, were all my dirty clothes. Except they'd all been neatly and carefully folded and arranged. Even my skivvies and socks.
These cleaning ladies survived Saddam Hussein and years of the insurrection. I guess my dirty laundry doesn't faze them in the slightest.
And yes, I washed my clothes in the evening.
The Thunder Run has linked to this post in the blog post From the Front: 05/07/2009 News and Personal dispatches from the front and the home front.
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