Saturday, September 15th, 2018 Alive 17,308 days
The catʼs frolicking in my dirty socks. I guess laundry will just have to wait until tomorrow.
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.