Sometimes, I sit down with myself, staring over the vast mountainous terrain that is my laundry and vow that next time I wash my clothes I will fold them immediately when I take them from the dryer. I did my laundry yesterday. It isn't folded. It never is and never will be. The only thing I like about laundry is the smell of the detergent. I mean, not in a weird I-sniff-laundry-detergent kind of way. Just in the normal I-take-an-extra-long-smell-when-I'm-doing-laundry kind of way. You know, the normal way.
So, Future Husband, I hope you like laundry because once we get married, I'm not doing it anymore. Don't worry, I'll reward you with all the baked goods you can eat. And I'll make you homemade ice cream, like this Salted Butter Caramel Ice Cream that I made for my BFF Abby's birthday party tomorrow. Just think. I could make this for you every day. All you have to do is the laundry. And you can even wash all the colors together. And I'll love you forever. Well, I'll love you forever even if you don't like to do laundry either. In that case, at least we can be that wrinkly couple and people will just look at us and think to themselves, "Well, they may be wrinkly, but they sure are happy!"
|Why thank you, future Google Images stock photo husband! Laundry and a smile.|