The Maid Must Have Quit

I woke up this morning to find that the dirty clothes mated with each other.

We had a storm last fall which knocked out power for 23 hours. (I had no idea that it was laundry-mating season during that time, until I went downstairs.) I ran four loads of laundry in about as many hours.  Being the procrastinator that I am, I decided to just let the clean clothes pile up.

Big Mistake.

So here I am faced with a skyscraper-sized pile of wrinkled  clean clothes. Where's the maid when you need her?

She's sipping wine on the back deck.