it's no secret that there are certain aspects of domesticity that i really don't care for and hate doing with the fire of a million suns and then some.
one of these is laundry. especially folding and sorting. and especially whites.
it's because of my hatred of this chore that more often than not - all of our socks and underwear end up in a magic basket on our laundry room floor and every day we have to rifle through it looking for the aforementioned garments.
this basket is totally magic. because if i'm looking for socks for nina - all i can find are socks for me or jeff. if i'm looking for socks for me - all i can find are socks for nina and jeff. same with the underwear. and jeff can never find his own socks either which i find totally amazing since all i can ever find are his socks. or nina's socks.
i'm not sure how we obtained this magic basket - but i' d really wish it would stop playing tricks on me. it's just not cool...
why can't we have a magic cookie jar instead?
Easter
11 years ago
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