My mom complains when I sleep in the laundry basket on her clean clothes. I tell her that it's not my fault--that I've seen where the clean clothes are supposed to be placed and the laundry basket is not it.
She claims she doesn't understand "Meow," so it's a never-ending battle.
A transplanted Canadian, married to a retired American soldier. Mother of a sixteen year old young man who is one of a kind. Homeschooler. Registered Nurse. Unapologetic treehugging liberal. Photographer. Quilter. Knitter. Perpetually sleep-deprived queen of unfinished crafting projects. Goddess of laundry. Strangely obsessed with haiku. Welcome to my world!
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My mom complains when I sleep in the laundry basket on her clean clothes. I tell her that it's not my fault--that I've seen where the clean clothes are supposed to be placed and the laundry basket is not it.
She claims she doesn't understand "Meow," so it's a never-ending battle.
Great photo! You look so regal!
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