Tuesday, May 05, 2009

S.O.S.

Buried under massive loads of laundry. stop.

Send help. stop.

Preferrably Wolverine. stop.

6 comments:

David Dust said...

Don't let Wolverine do the folding - he'll shred your clothes.

Good luck!

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Ramona said...

Roarin' over here. stop.

Beth said...

LOL!!! ahhh I love ya girl. One Wolverine, coming right "up" so to speak!!! ;)

Miss Ginger Grant said...

I have 2 words for you honey:
"CLEANING LADY!"
There will be no rewards in heaven for people who cleaned their own house!
Boost the economy- give an illegal immigrant a reason to get up in the mornings!

The Floydster said...

Check Facebook in a little while. I'll send you some love.

mah-meeee said...

wolverine hot. stop.

he can shred my clothes anyday. stop.

;)

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