Blathr Wayne Lorentz

The catʼs frolicking in my dirty socks. I guess laundry will just have to wait until tomorrow.

The face you make when the fitted sheet swallows everything else in the dryer and turns into a giant laundry ball thatʼs toasty warm and dry on the outside and crusty wet on the inside.

At least thatʼs the face I make.