Warm Laundry

Mom just brought up yet another basket of sweet, soft, warm laundry and dumped it out on my bed. The bed I share generously with Mom and Dad. I am still not sure why clothing is called clothing, but clothing that comes upstairs in baskets is called laundry, but I know this was laundry because it smelled good and it was warm and it was in a basket.

Mom took one of Dad's big old t-shirts and draped it over my sleepy body. Ahhhhh. Then Mom took another of Dad's big old t-shirts and draped it over that one that was draped over my sleepy body. Double ahhhhhh. I think I like laundry day.