I guess if I blog this it is in writing that I am horrible at laundry but it is too... hmmm what is a good word.... unbelievable to pass up. And the smell was....
SQUIRREL FEET! Yes squirrel feet, in Trever's pocket, dead, rotting squirrel feet! A few years ago he had a quail head in his pocket and even after taking it away several times I had the same funky smell at the bottom of the laundry pile.
If he wasn't so dang cute I would give him away! The joy of having boys!
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HAHAHA that brings new meaning to the phrase "laundry stinks"...only Trev...
And the sad part of the story is you KNEW it was going to be something like that! Someday you will miss the stinky laundry, or so I am told.
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