Happy Birthday to my mom! Yay! You rock, mom!
Yesterday when I got home from school, something weird happened: I did chores around the house. It started with some laundry. I’ve had clean laundry piled on my laundry-folding bed for… I don’t know… weeks and weeks.
I put the clean laundry in the dryer and fluffed out the wrinkles, and folded it. Then I did an actual load of dirty clothes. I washed and dried AND folded it. What? I know, right?
The bed looks so empty…
And if doing all that laundry wasn’t enough, I also washed all my dishes. What the heck was going on last night? If I only knew, I’d be set for life!
You’ve been possessed by the Ghost of Christmas Tidy. Send that apparition this way, please. It looks great!
Happy Birthday to Mom Royuk! 🙂
The Ghost of Christmas Tidy – Lauren, if you had a quarter for every time your posts made me smile –> laugh out loud, you could live in luxury on a tropical island somewhere. [Wait…isn’t that what Brad’s doing now already? 😉 ]