I know it's time to do laundry when...
I know it's
REALLY time to do laundry when seeing my mis-matching socks, Meya pulls up her pants and announces "Mom, we're twinners" (notice one has a ruffle, but, hey, at least they're both pink)...

And just to appease my Little Sister's spot-on scrutiny of bloggers, I did
not write this post until after four loads of laundry were completed, and I'm typing to the sound of the dryer.
I do have high standards for other bloggers but since you are my sister, you will always have my unconditional love and admiration-matching socks or not.
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