I have a confession to make. Please don't call me June Cleaver or Mrs. Cunningham when I tell you this. I still hang wash out on the line to dry. I inherited this gene from my mother who hangs everything outside. I have partically overcome my disability and only hang out heavy items like towels, jeans, blankets and sheets. I just can't get past the idea that the same clothes that can spend an hour in the dryer getting dry can spend that same hour outside and they come in warm, dry, and smelling so good. And, in case you're wondering, I don't wear pearls when I vacuum.
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