posting poetic prose
23 Jul 2016 2 Comments
by lynn__ in american sentence Tags: hubby, laundry, love
I love it when hubby does laundry…as long as he doesn’t do mine 😉
Previous scrub, dub, tubby time Next re-treat to shade
writerwannabe763 Jul 25, 2016 @ 15:54:20
Ha! Keep it to sheets and towels! Diane
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lynn__ Jul 25, 2016 @ 16:55:52
Yep, or his farm jeans 😉
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Jul 25, 2016 @ 15:54:20
Ha! Keep it to sheets and towels! Diane
Jul 25, 2016 @ 16:55:52
Yep, or his farm jeans 😉