My grandmothers always, always, always hung their laundry out to dry. I never did. But with an air-conditioner that is too old and to small for my house, paying for all that energy just seemed like a waste. So, I have begun to follow tradition. Little Girl loves to push the laundry basket and “help” Mommy, and it’s a chance for us to enjoy the *gasp* stiflingly hot outdoors together.
That’s my new adventure. It didn’t seem all that exciting until I looked out my window this morning and saw this. Oh boy. Somehow one adventure turns into another, and I’m not sure I’m ready to tackle soggy laundry.