i've so much laundry right now, it's not anywhere near amusing.
and you know me. i believe pretty much everything lives next door to amusing. or, at the most, a bicycle ride away.
but four giant-huge loads accumulated in a day? inconceivable.
i know what happened first: lillie cleaned her closet straight into the laundry bin. and i'm normally ready for that. i am. i usually know exactly what that little thing is going to do. because it's exactly what i'd do. if i had a maid.
it's what happened next that changed it all up a bit: beached whale.
what's beached whale? you're kidding me, right? it's where three smallies hop into the tub. one stars as a poor whale washed up on shore, while the other two play hapless tourists from india. or ireland. the accent varies, but lillie and esmé have hapless perfected.
it begins to rain. hard. shockingly chill, then scaldingly third-degree. and there are waves. tidal.
long story shorter, the whale is saved. the bathroom is sopping wet, and six towels get stuffed into the bin by three. very. hapless. littles.
beached whale. only the most amusing game ever. if you have a maid.