One knows civilization is doomed. Really we are in a crumble. You know what has given me insight that we should gather our belongings and build the ark? Laundry Rooms. Yes, laundry rooms, or should I say laundry buildings? Isn't that what you have in your casa?
I am fortunate enough to have a home in Palm Beach. That mecca of sun, charity events that cost more than they raise, and size 2 dresses. Sadly, my size 10 is regulated to "let me check in the back for you", while slipping me a business card for nutri-systems and lipo-suction. I digress.
There is a bit of a construction boom on the Island. Those in the know are constructing free-standing two-story structures for their laundry. Wow - they must have alot of it to need all that square footage. But design and build it is, I think the contractors are delighted for things are a little slow in the real world. While others are worrying about their mortgages being more than the value of the house, true islanders are cementing away - complete with architects to ensure their no-iron shirts have a proper rise cycle.
I learned from one of the owners that it isn't appropriate to have the laundry underfoot. Truly, that was said. So, where is your laundry? At your feet? Where do you keep it - across you kitchen floor? What do the rest of us, do - stomp it with a bar of soap? Honestly, I think it is so the noise of the machines do not disturb the living environment. Okay, good. Come the revolution I do not want to be at that house - off with their heads - or maybe simply the burn the permanent press.
So, why is there a backlash toward the rich? I don't understand.
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