I wish there was a laundry-angel who would fly down and beautify my hideous laundry-room-dungeon (and then maybe fold some fitted sheets, too). Because, well, I am terrified to go in there right now. Let's just say that John found a creature that rhymes with "CAT" in our laundry room, nibbling on Mable's dog food in the wee hours of the morning. So now the clothes are piling up and the exterminator is not answering his phone.
In the meantime, though I would take anything over the dark and scary "laundry room" I have right now, here are a few ideas...
Happy Monday.
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I feel ya!
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