About me: I'm 40 and just added a gherkin to our pickle party of a family. My husband Chuck, our 7-year-old Junior, our 4-year-old Everett, our new baby and I live in a town in Connecticut I affectionately call Mulletville Lite (aka my childhood hometown). My friends call me Nutjob, and they're right. In my husband's spare time he dresses up as a Viking and chases ghosts (and I'm the nutjob?). When I'm not busy working as a graphic designer, I lie in a ball in the corner.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Wordless Wednesday: Put your pants in the godamn basket
Why, Chuck, why? The laundry basket is right there. It's purpose for being is so glaringly obvious. What crucial piece of this puzzle still eludes you?
(And no, he can't blame this on being sick. He's better.)