Heartaches and Cupcakes

It is Thursday night and I am doing laundry.
We haven't spoken in a week, but as always more than half of my laundry consists of your clothes.
If not for Ollie, I would take great pleasure in cutting them up. Or throwing them down the chute with as much disrespect as I can muster.
But just because of Ollie, I will do your laundry dutifully as I always have.