I've just won a battle against the laundry, but it occurred to me, I will never win that war, because chances are I'll die wearing clothes which will of course be dirty.
Unless I die naked. That would be fab.
Endless ramblings of a beer-drinking, failure at non-smoking, suburban mom who doesn't really have anything constructive to add, but keeps talking nonetheless.
I've just won a battle against the laundry, but it occurred to me, I will never win that war, because chances are I'll die wearing clothes which will of course be dirty.
Unless I die naked. That would be fab.