Vintage Clothespin Mirror {DIY Tutorial}
/So, the other night I get home from craft night. I go upstairs to change into my pajamas. As I walk by the laundry room, I heard a noise. I started to panic. Something was wrong. I opened the door to find the washer and the dryer running.
My first thought was that Ike learned how to use the washing machine. He's such a smart dog. I soon realized that he prefers clothes to be dirty. Dirty laundry is better for rolling in.
Next thought? Ghosts from previous owners. Wait. We built the house. Nevermind.
Next thought? I'm dying. There is no other logical reason that Nate would venture into the laundry room to turn on both machines and wash both of our clothing. I run to take my temperature. What is going on?
Where is this story heading other than I'm a jerk when my husband does something nice?
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