You see, laundry is the one household chore that I hate...H-A-T-E. Toilets, no problem....mopping, no problem... scrubbing dog slobber off the walls and furniture, no problem. But I'd rather poke both eyes out than to do laundry. It probably doesn't help that my mom did mine until I went to college, and then she still did it when I came home every weekend.
In other totally non related news, Ava is now pulling up like a champ. I'm guessing I can thank McDreamy for that.
My friend is having a party this weekend...sort of like old high school times. Her parents are going out of town, all the girls are invited and guys can come if they can stomach it. I imagine ames like asshole and 3 man will surely be played and I'm really excited. The only thing not allowed is 20/20. God thinking about that stuff makes me want to puke.
Rock on y'all