Clearly I'm expecting a "little plastic cup thingy" shortage of epic
proportions. When it happens, I'm going to sell mine at a premium!
(In lieu of that, someone should probably call Hoarders.)
I think we should seriously reconsider any
decision to purchase white shirts in the future.
(Go ahead. Click on the picture to see the full extent of this horror.)
My final confession doesn't have a picture because I was too busy ignoring the piles of laundry in my kitchen to take a picture of them. (They were neatly sorted, though!) I walked through them for two solid days because I just didn't want to do the laundry. I figured if I waited just another minute longer, that was one more chance for it to get done magically. It never happened. I had to do it all myself. It's so unfair.
Does anyone else have a laundry confession that they would like to get off their chest? It would help me not feel quite so alone and abandoned by the Magical Laundry Fairy...