I hate it. I literally can stare at my mountain piles and seethe. I don't mind dishes, toilets, floors, you name it-don't mind it. Laundry is like my Goliath. My Russian boxer jacked up on steroids. And unfortunately I don't have a sling shot and I most definitely don't have an Adrien to inspire me. This has been an issue since...well forever. Why? It's like my whole being freezes when I look or even think of it. But what the hey, I guess we all have faults... Good luck with your loads today I will be needing some for mine :)
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