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Well, tonight I about had a heart attack. I couldn’t find Willie. He was nowhere in sight. He wouldn’t come when I called him and I didn’t hear so much as a peep from him. I started freaking out. Did he jump out the window? No, no, no, no! Not possible. Did he run out the door? No?
WILLIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!?!?!?!
Oh, you fell in the laundry hamper and couldn’t get out? Hmmmm, perhaps that’s a sign that mommy needs to to laundry.
I’m doing some laundry today and came across this picture. I feel it accurately depicts my laundry day minus a few little things like, she’s wearing a ballgown and I’m wearing a ratty t-shirt and shorts. She’s air drying her all white laundry in a beautiful field, I’m drying my clothes in a broke-down dryer in the basement, and if the clothes are still damp after it’s done, I will be distributing them all over our furniture to finish drying. And lastly, she doesn’t have to lug a 2 ton sack of sweaty undershirts and stinky gym socks down 3 flights of stairs. So yeah, other than that, this picture is perfect!
Tags: laundry, vintage ballgown
So the laundry has piled up in the closet to the point where it has overflowed onto the floor and the dog is starting to dig through it to get to my underwear. Gross. “Jack this is not a toy!”
While carrying it downstairs to the dungeon that is our laundry room, I got to thinking about a couple of things. One of them was “Man I don’t remember doing this much laundry this often when I was single” and the other was “I need a cute hamper.” The first one I’ve been dealing with ever since I moved in with a stinky boy. They go through clothes like nothing I’ve seen. Where I can get by wearing a shirt several times, he wears it once and it’s dirty. I like having a clean man, but geez, his laundry always takes up twice as much time. Grrr! I do have to give him credit though for being a good boy. He does help me with it.
As for the cute hamper thing, I’ve been poking around the interwebs for quite some time looking for a hamper that I like. I’m picky! And frankly nothing has really grabbed my attention, except for this beauty:
Froggy Hamper!
At least I can laugh every time I have to do laundry when I reach inside that big ole mouth.
K: It’s a froggy! Nothing like having a giant frog hamper in your closet.
