The other day Joseph and I were looking @ a website of high-larious tattoos. Not intentionally hilarious, just badly designed or stupid tattoos. The one that seemed the most sensible to me was the one of a laundry machine - one of the ones where you can see the clothes getting all sudsy and mixing it up. Once I learned how to do laundry [yes, I was almost 19 years old] I did enjoy it. But then, bad university washing machines, even crappier apartment complex washers and then our one where we had to take a detour outside...yeah - killed my laundry love [still love the smell though]. But I do love our current laundry situation.
So yeah, it's incredibly cold here so I wasn't about to be going outside today. However, there was plenty of domestic goddess goodness to be getting on with. Also, my internet went out on me @ 10am, thus significantly reducing the amount of work I could do today. So I did the washing up, baked a banana-chocolate cake and I did someone else's laundry. I also did my own laundry. Three loads of it, to be precise. Joseph was surprised and delighted although, to be honest I think he was more excited about the cake.
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