I don’t know what’s going on in our house inhabited by two. Yes, we lead an ark-like existence. Two of humankind.
But, but, but…
This is the neverending story ——–>
No. This isn’t my dirty laundry. I
could should would never show you that. I bought the use of this image online. Gotta love the internetz.
It is a reasonable representation x 10 of something that never ends in our ark of two.
It’s clothes. It’s bedding. It’s towels. It’s table linens. It’s G-Pup towels/bedding/table linens. Yes, she has a mastodon-sized placemat underneath her G-Pup-dining dishes. She’s a Golden. Enough said.
Where is the laundry fairy?
Riding a luckdragon somewhere, no doubt.
I should be burning a bazillion calories a day — or 348 — running from the W&D in the basement to my office on the second floor. At least.
My only consolation is ——–>
Even Santa, baby…