Here On Laundry Mountain
I'm staring at it...willing it to do my bidding. It stubbornly stares back and refuses. No not a toddler...it's a pile of laundry. I have often wondered if 'the laundry pile' is the reason people defect to nudist colonies. Then to humor myself, I imagine that we join a nudist colony (no more laundry...YAY!) and still sell vintage clothing for a living. The irony makes me giggle to myself. When the children are being especially trying, I imagine this senario in my head. Incidentally there is a nudist colony near our home....and how is this for irony?...it's located in a little place called 'Fingerville'. I also find this to be hysterical.