When I hang out laundry, I take a cigarette with me. Home rolled. It hangs from my lip like a bad movie prop.
I feel like that middle aged woman that lived in our neighbourhood in the 80s, yelling at the kids and the dogs to be quiet. She was my childhood hero, so maybe subconsciously I'm going for that "look". Oh, who knows.
I'll take a toothpick downstairs with me when I go outside to hang the laundry. That should serve!