"Is this what my life has come to?"
That is what goes across your mind when you are sitting in a laundry basket - a full of dirty kid skid marked underpants, laundry basked, drinking "tea" from an empty pot.
But then your mind starts to wonder to all the awesome stuff your new laundry basket home should have, like wine delivery, Lenny Briscoe, and some more room to pass out in later when the wine delivery runs out....and maybe a smoking section.
You remember how totally cool it was to build a sheet fort when you were 7? Well when you are 30 it's not such a hoot - you have to clean that shit up. It also takes all of 10 minutes to set up, not the hours of fun you remember. Kid's memories are shittier than Arnold Schwarzenegger's in Total Recall. I guess that is a good thing because they wont remember the huge ass eyelid biceps parents have from all the extree eyehole rolling we do every time our kids ask us to play spiderman and Captain America in a Lego storm or whatever practical brand of tourture your kids inflict on you.
PS. The only morons who make sheet forts that look like the one in the image above are kidless hipster, who are either too stupid or too pretend broke to go out and do recreational soft drugs like normal teenagers. Have fun being an unemployed asshole "writer" - hey at least you can write: '"really great fort maker, as long as no kids are involved" on you CV.
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