Comparisons

We’re having a laundry day.

Chris came in to the laundry room with our drier balls, which he had rescued from a basket of clean laundry he was folding. Immediately, I held them up in front of my t-shirt, like little boobies.

Then, I lifted up my shirt to compare. The drier balls, little boob-sized spheres, were no where as large as the ginormous hooters Dr. Robb made for me.