My Buns Are On Fire And I Got The Hippie Out Of My Washing Machine. Not Really Related At All.

My son runs up to me: MY BUNS ARE ON FIRE!

Dammit kid, I’m a BLOGGER not a FIREMAN.

So I grabbed my iPhone.

If you can’t see the video, click here.

If you want to move into my house, click here. Okay, there isn’t anything to click on but since y’all were so so kind yesterday, I thought that I’d offer.

And if you hate videos or want to take a minute to support my new review site, This Blogger Makes Fun of Stuff, I pretty much wrote the best review ever of a washing machine cleaner. Low bar, I know, but STILL, you should probably read it before you do anything else today. Unless you don’t like laughing. Or minty-fresh washing machine breath. Seriously, even my husband said: Well if this post sucks, at least you are linking to a hilarious one.

Go read: If You Have A Washing Machine That Smells Like A Hippie, I Can Help You

Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on LateEnough.com, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents an 2 elementary age children, 4 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

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