it's a mother fuckin miracle!


it's comforting to know that miracles can be found in detergent, isn't it?

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Writeprocrastinator said…
Yep, miracles can be found in detergent and every time I watch TV, someone wants to lend me money, "simply because we trust you."
8:11 AM
Oh My Lot! said…
Doesn't Tide clean clothes...?
7:01 PM
Tanya Espanya said…
I only get my validation and self worth when I'm cleaning...

Hah!

I have no job, I sponge off my husband, and yet I still can't manage to vacuum more than once a month; and make him dinner? Since he's a computer nerd he doesn't expect much, and he's lucky if he gets a peanut butter sandwich for dinner, washed down with some salt and vinegar chips.
8:32 AM
Mountjoy said…
See Tanya, that's why a shint frypan is a fucking dishwashing miracle!

A cooked dinner would be a kitchen miracle.

As for the bedroom miracle, I hear he keeps bringing home bananas and kielbasa knobs...
4:12 PM
Tanya Espanya said…
Mmmm....kielbasa...
8:55 AM
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