What a way to start a good weekend off in disarray. First off my husband picks to wear the only shirt and pants in the closet that is wrinkled. I should of ironed it ahead of time instead of playing bejeweled.
Then of course he wants the one pair of socks that does not have a match. Go figure, so what can happen next. oh yeah it is the last thing in the bottom of the basket that I have not folded yet. Mount Everest does not have anything on this pile. My husband must have super spidey senses today, knowing I was not prepared.
If you only knew how mad I was. I started out being bad at him then it turned to me.
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