This post is dedicated to the laundry room in which Anonymoushua grew up with. As I see this video, I think fondly of his mother as she passed her lonely days away as a house wife, doing laundry and sorting the bleaches, as she would look up to the Michael Bolton poster hanging on the back of the laundry room door and drift off to a world where Michael would save her from the mundane details of everyday life.
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Sorting the bleaches?
ReplyDeleteyou know, sorting the bleaches from the colors, or should I say the "whites?"
ReplyDeleteYou've clearly spent a lot of time doing laundry.
ReplyDeleteYes, I have. Unfortunately, as we near our fourth decade, I don't have my mother trapped away in a room with a Michael Bolton poster, doing my laundry for me anymore.
ReplyDeleteYou would be proud of me though. I'm actually doing my own laundry once again! I'm even better at it than I was back in the old apartment.
ReplyDeleteI'm still using my parent's washing machine though.
P.S. There are two Michael Bolton posters. Two.
How can we be lovers if we can't be friends
ReplyDeleteHow can we start over when the fighting never ends
Baby, how can we make love if we can't make amends
Tell me how we can be lovers if we can't be,
can't be friends
Look at us now, look at us baby
Still tryin' to work it out
Never get it right
We must be fools, we must be crazy
Whoa, whoa, when there's no
communication
Whao, Whoa, it's a no win situation
We lie awake, this wall between us
We're just not talking, we got so much to say
Let's break these chains, our love can free us
Whoa, Whoa, ain't it time we started tryin'
Whoa, whoa, gotta stop this love from dying
Baby, love is tough but we can take it
Baby, times are rough but we can make it
We can work it out