Three hours of this:
+
= nothing intelligent to offer today.
All brain cells have been killed either by the numbing tediousness of folding laundry or the numbing tediousness of watching idiots make bigger idiots of themselves on the Bachelor Pad while folding laundry. I hope they’re embarrassed. I know I am.
Better luck tomorrow!
P.S. Really? Three hours? Thank God there’s a fast forward button.
LOL. I thought I was the only one who had mountains of laundry to fold. Who knew a family of four could generate so many clothes.