You know it's time to do the laundry when your husband is wearing his Christmas boxers.
Sorry, babe.
All that my eyes desired I did not refuse them. I did not withhold my heart from any pleasure, for my heart was pleased because of all of my labor and this was my reward for all my labor. Thus I considered all my activies which my hands had done and the labor which I had exerted, and behold all was vanity and striving after wind and there was no profit under the sun.
You know it's time to do the laundry when your husband is wearing his Christmas boxers.
Posted by Amy at 7:50 PM
1 comments:
Maybe that's why I never do laundry--I am not, nor will I ever be, equipped to know when it is time to do laundry.
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