Wednesday, May 5, 2010
New term for you,old term for me . . . . . . unfortunately. Potluck laundry is whatever I found on our bathroom floor that day. It elicits either a "HOOOray," or a "aaaaahh." It's kinda like a ward potluck. You get super excited when you see those especially great cooks walk in, or well it's the same as what you brought. The laundry, well you see a red some kinda shirt, hoping it's THE ONE, and then it gets super exciting and ends with a hoorah, or it gets stuffed to the bottom of the basket when you discover it's Todd's iron man shirt. POTluck laundry. It's a mysterious thing.
- ▼ May (5)