“You have a hamper?”
I thought that was what the chair or floor were for, but as part of her saintness project/miracle, K has patiently over the years tried to train me to drop them in the “hamper”. I have progressed to opening the cover and settling for a jump shot from the corner. If they make it in, a success, however K isn’t amused. I don’t think saints have much of a sense of humor; self-denial and all that stuff must take it’s toll on some things.
I’m sure somewhere in her prayers she has pled, along with David, “It is enough: stay now thine hand”
And be sure to bend your knees, shoot from the wrist and release the underwear above your head (unless you're still wearing it, in which case, Kay has bigger problems than laundry.)