Okay, so this post is specifically for my darling husband who is sitting here venting about yesterday's post.
Yes, honey, today I did bring my laundry down to the laundry room. By myself. And while your daughter was napping in her playpen. Call me hypocritical if you want, but I'm not the one with no clean undies.
And no, I didn't say you were out of shape. I said you couldn't get up off the floor. Imply what you will.
There. I blogged about it. Are we done now?