Dirty laundry: we’ve all got it. And the day that those piles of grass stained, muddy-kneed, popsicle covered clothes learn to wash themselves will be an international cause for celebration. Until then, we asked our readers to send us pictures of their best (or worse) laundry piles with an “if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em” sort of mentality.
If we can’t make the laundry monster disappear, we might as well celebrate him because let’s face it; he is what’s left of backyard adventures and days spent in the sun rather than in the laundry room. And if that’s not a cause for celebration, we don’t know what is.