And then there was laundry day...

Laura, my sister, pointed out a strange spot on my jeans the other night.  The little brown spot was towards the top of my thigh, the aftermath of a chocolate chip from mint chocolate chip ice cream I had enjoyed.  

We were standing in the lobby at church.  I hadn't seen it before and began to scratch at it, which she, with horrified eyes, stopped immediately.  

"That looks worse than the spot!!"  

I think she was embarrassed for me. 

Yeah, I had been wearing those jeans for about 3 days, the chocolate stain was a few nights old already.  This may clarify any questions you had about the underwear story...

My other pants were buried in my laundry pile (see above).

That same night I forced my boys to watch one of my favorites, 7 Brides for 7 Brothers.  A classic!!!

Obviously they loved it!!  Look at Sam's face (2nd from the top).  

And do you notice my feet?  I was folding laundry.  I felt JUST LIKE MILLIE when she saw the house Adam brought her to.  Filthy, overrun by hungry males.  And do you remember the scene where she does their laundry and they're all forced to come to breakfast wearing only the blankets from their beds?

Yep, that's a movie I can relate to.