There’s always laundry to wash…
Laundry to dry…
Laundry to fold…
And laundry to put on hangers.
But I can’t ever find those lovely curved metal devices.
I might have a hanger monster living with me.
So I search high and low.
I tear my closet apart.
I search between the hangers of my husband’s hanging clothes in the closet.
Finally, without success, I decide to check my daughter’s room.
Oh yeah, remind me next time to just look in there first.
Apparently, she’s a hanger hoarder.
Teenagers. Doesn’t that just explain it all?