Thank you so much for being there for me. Thank you, really, for needing an accessory called a laundry hamper, which may or may not come with a removable top. It has really done me a great service by hiding itself under a pile of clothes,
which it never should have been under, because that’s probably on a list of safety hazards to avoid.. It’s really doing a wonderful job. Such a wonderful job that when I tried to step over the fore mentioned pile of clothes so that I could exit the bathroom, it slid, with my foot on it, so that my legs flew apart, as if I were trying to do a split. (Which hurt pretty darn badly) Yeah, it’s pretty awesome that I stepped on it, it decided to do that while my body is flourishing in 34 week pregnant awkwardness. Sucks THANK GOD that there was a wall right behind me that I could fall into and balance myself, rather than doing a full split onto the floor. Blessed, wonderful Stupid wall was the only thing that kept me from needing to go to the emergency room, since not only would I have fallen pretty darn hard, but I probably would have broken my right leg in some place, since it would have been launched straight into the vanity. Yeah, that stupid, stupid wall.
Now, I know what you’re thinking, that I probably shouldn’t be giving you, or the laundry hamper top any of the glory for this mornings events. You’re thinking “Hey…I didn’t tell you to start the laundry while you were on the phone.” or “Really, it was only because of you that the top to the hamper was on the floor under a pile of clothes anyway. “. But you know what? I’m going to let you shine today laundry. Rather than accepting any of the
blame credit for almost causing myself considerable harm, I’m going to give the spotlight all to you.