Appears reasonable

Last Saturday, I decided to be a responsible adult and tackle my overflowing laundry pile. I sorted everything meticulously—dark colors, whites, delicates—like I was preparing for a battle. As the washing machine chugged away, I decided to reward myself with a snack. Halfway through devouring a questionable three-day-old slice of pizza, I forgot about my laundry and accidentally tossed my only pair of nice jeans in the dryer on high heat. Spoiler: they now look like they were made for a toddler.
It’s like I’m trying to be an adult but the universe is playing a cruel game of “how far can we take this?” It’s reasonable, I thought, to mix a little comfort with my laundry routine, but I ended up with a pair of pants that might fit my cat. It’s almost as if there’s a hidden laundromat law that states: for every productive task you do, a piece of clothing will be sacrificed to the fabric gods. At least I’ll always have my collection of sweatpants… for now.