I load Grant's laundry into the dryer, shut the door, turn it on. Open the door to investigate the weird sound. Three rocks and a straw fall out. Close the door, restart the dryer, no more noise.
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the daily happenings and drama when three out of four family members are redheads
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
- bags and shoes
- backyard tomatoes
- trips to the library
- little kid snuggles
- coffee with a dash of cream
- Rosemunde Pilcher books
- blue
- the smell of rain
- early morning runs
- flip flops
- home knitted scarves
- soda fountain diet coke
About Me
- ~Melissa~
- A redhead raising two redheads, married to a brownhead
1 comments:
I have one very clean matchbox car for the same reason. Thankfully it didn't make it to the dryer.
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