Somehow, we’ve become Valerie’s laundromat*. It’s a good trade off, though.
* – Probably because we offered.
laundry
Sketch a Day, Day 468
Walking down the stairs this afternoon, I managed to trip and fall over a bag of stuff my sister-in-law had left there. I’m bruised but unbroken. I’ve decided to spend the rest of the evening on the couch.
Sketch a Day, Day 420
Had a weird issue with the washing machine overnight. Easy fix, just had to pull a washcloth out of the drain that had stopped it up and kinda sorta flooded the laundry room. Good times.
Sketch a. day, Day 147
There are things I simply cannot explain. My wife would definitely agree that my farts have become too powerful. I’m also fairly certain my brothers would disagree that it’s even possible to have farts that are too powerful.
And this is probably the weirdest post I’ve done on here. I am probably over-sharing. But isn’t that what the Internet is for?
Sketches From Memory 