Wonderful surprise when Husband brought me home from work.
“What’s this?!” I’m looking at stacks.
“Fresh laundry!” he says.
“HOW Niiiiice!” I squeal. Kissy, kissy. Hug, hug. I check my blog.
5 hours later (moments ago), I discover a pile near the foot of the washer, behind the pantry door.
“What’s this?” I ask.
“.. I didn’t say I did all of it.” He says. He checks politics. Rotten, stupid, smelly, stinkin’ politics. I will put up with a dead washer and a dead dryer to rid my life of the smells of politics!