I Hate Laundry

I Hate Laundry. Yes I do!
I Hate Laundry! How about YOU?

I am a lot of things...domestic ain't one of them.  I was actually folding laundry the other night, as I am working on my husband's fathers day present... Yes, i know he's not my father, but he is the Domestic God in this household. Thank God.   Anyway, I  might have figured out a way to make the Gods happy, or in this case the God happy.  As I was pulling out the laundry from the dryer, money fell out.  A crisp laundered five dollar bill. I pulled out some more laundry and another five dollar bill fell out.  Now I am folding the laundry  and cursing every second of it.  Did I mention that I loathe laundry!  I was folding and cursing under my breathe, and another five dollar bill.  Sweet, this is helping my monotonous task.  Actually it is not. Who am I kidding.  I know whose money this is.  Mine, of course.  I don't own a purse...My God Guy would never have loose bills in his pockets.  He knows what he has down to the penny.  However, what if I started leaving fives and tens, maybe a random twenty every now and then.  I think that might make the Domestic God Guy happy.  If I never have to do laundry again,then that would make me happy, really happy. A win win.  Thank you Goddess of Loathing Laundry  for your  guidance.  Now if any of you readers have any guidance on ironing in this town, and it can not involve me, nor my Domestic God. He does enough already.  Then PLEASE fill free to share...PLEASE. 

Peddling Crap...  I am currently "cleaning" my boy's room and I use that word loosely because it feels like I am trying to organize crap and more crap.  I am a purveyor of Crap. CRAP! It is driving me crazy.  As I was cleaning up  the crap though, I came across my son's endless amount of bouncy balls and it reminded me of one of my favorite videos of all times. It is so beautiful. I am posting a picture of my eldest son's bedside table and you will understand fully why I have to use such a crappy word like CRAP; He has a "hording" problem, a serious problem.  Any pearls of wisdom on that would be greatly appreciated. Individually it is all very interesting in his eight year old eyes, and frankly mine too.  He gets it honestly I am afraid. Moi. All together though, it is driving me crazy, so I had to get a little distance by posting something beautiful... Now back to being the peddler of CRAP. crap.

P.S.- I was told by my computer friends that all CAPS means you are screaming.  Well, that does not work for me. When I use all CAPS it just means that I saying it with a little more intonation, I don't scream.   Raise my voice?   Yes, more than I would like, but not on the computer. 

P.S.- I just realized I must have deleted his bedside pictures that I was referring to above.  Now the inside is completely cleaned out  thanks to moi...I just took one of the top and you will  clearly see the natural division between my boy's bedside table.  Ethan's side is relatively clean, Reid's  side not so much.  In his pile, he has a corn husk doll that he made, a Jacob's ladder that he made, some chipmunks, whose names escapes me, etc...In the cowboy hat is his collection of reptiles and his favorite magnifying glass that he kills/burns ants with daily.