Sometimes the only sane answer to an insane world is insanity...

Hubby is out mountain biking in the pouring rain. *shakes head* He thinks I'm attacking the ironing.

I hate ironing...

That's why I'm here with you . *hugs LJ*  You'll save me from the cotton/linen mix monster won't you. From the sheets that I would not have bought in a thousand years if I'd have known they needed muchos ironing after washing. From the millions of socks with no partners, and the T shirts that should have been thrown away years ago but he won't let me. *pets LJ*

Nice,warm, LJ...