...or at least my version of it....
While sitting in the middle of an enormous pile of laundry tonight hating every unmatched sock, shirt to be hung and towel to be folded the thought occurred to me....Nudists don't have to do laundry. Freaking geniuses. Weird people who I wouldn't want to share chairs with....but geniuses none the less. Let this be an indication of how flippin' over laundry I am. I am being driven to somehow romanticize life in a nudist colony. Sick.