I haven’t done laundry in a while. I usually have a regular laundry day but the problem is, we have way too much underwear lately so I’ve been able to put it off a little longer than usual.
We’re down to the almost-too-tight jeans, the makes-me-look-fat t-shirts (not because I am, just because they’re poorly designed, of course), the beach towels, and the really really small bibs.
I just put one of them on Magoo for his midnight carrot snack and handed him to DY Dad for the feeding.
Magoo: Heh heh heh
Dan: That’s not a BIB! That’s like a Victoria’s Secret bib. It’s like a string around his neck!
Note to self: Do laundry tomorrow.
In other news, Jack has passed away. We had a small funeral for him and a serious, look-me-in-the-eyes-when-I’m-being-this-serious, talk about death with Laylee, explaining that it’s just his body now and that his spirit has left. Then we sang a song about the beauty of God’s creations and flushed him.
“Can we get another one?”
Haaahhhhhhhhh (loud breath out).
The next day when her little friends, the 4 Moseses (Mosesus? Mosesi? Mosi?), asked where the fishy was, I told them we flushed him down the toilet so he could live with Nemo and Marlin. THIS, they could grasp onto. THIS made sense.