I hate laundry. It’s never-ending. I have not seen the bottom of my hamper since the day we brought Muffin home. In fact, I’m not convinced it has a bottom. For all I know, under it, there could be a huge tunnel going all the way to the center of the earth, full of dirty socks and chocolate stained shorts. At least, I hope that’s chocolate.
Anyways, it’s pretty apparent that I am now the Laundry Fairy even though I didn’t get any pretty fairy wings, or useful magic wand that removes even the toughest stain. I don’t even get to wear a tiara. What a crock.
Well, at least I’m not the Toilet Bowl Fairy.
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