Laundry is something I've grown to dislike. I feel like I can never get ahead of it. Even when I'm really good and do a load everyday somehow it doesn't all get put away. I just don't know how to tackle it right now in my life. So when I leave a full laundry basket in the front room and step out for a minute it's a nice surprise to come back and find sweet Eleanor in the basket. Yes, her older brother put her there and probably shouldn't have been picking her up. But it makes folding laundry a lot more pleasant.
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