Washing. Drying. Fine. Putting away? Not so fun.
I feel like a hostage to laundry sometimes. Forced to do something against my will. Dreading the moment. Praying for release from the pile. Wishing someone would take it away from me.
Really, not that dramatic. But I don't like it.
But this is what I saw in my dryer today, and after my initial heart attack, I had to laugh.
Maybe I should wash stuffed animals with a magnet in their collar more often. Makes laundry so much more interesting.