I don't dislike laundry, per say, but I really detest folding/hanging it and putting it away. (Incidentally, the same goes with dishes) So, it seems for the last few days I've been choosing my clothes from out of the dryer. Me and my forgetful self left one day without shutting the door to the dryer and it seems Lucy has decided that this is a perfectly good place to rest. So, back into the wash these fur covered clothes went and this time they got dried, hung up and put away even. That'll teach me to be lazy.