Once upon a time, my sister and I were discussing the peculiar housekeeping habits of another person we knew -- not that I have much room to talk; I'm a notoriously terrible housekeeper who has to fly around cleaning wildly before anybody comes to visit -- but in any case, we wondered aloud at this person's propensity to drop dirty laundry hither and yon. At the time, one of us -- I honestly can't remember which one -- said, "It's like she expects the laundry fairy to come clean up after her."
I liked that. The way I see it, if we have a Tooth Fairy to gather up lost teeth (not to mention a PMS Fairy to grant some of us cramps and bloating), we ought to have a Laundry Fairy and a Dish Fairy and a Rubbish Fairy to help with the housework. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to find any of them in order to secure their services, so in the interim I continue to be our household's de facto Laundry Fairy. (Hey, for those who don't actually do the laundry, there does seem to be some sort of magic involved -- as far as they can see, it just goes into the basket and magically reappears, clean and folded, in the drawer. Ergo, Laundry Fairy.) I have amused my husband no end by mincing into the room, picking up the laundry basket, and executing a few pointy kicks and pirouettes before dancing out, all the while singing the Laundry Fairy Song.
And now you know.