Today is wash day. I know I shouldn't complain, but my back isn't what it used to be.
Wonder if Bunny would consider a trade... washing our clothes in her big fancy machines for a week's worth of homemade bread and apple butter.
Of course Bunny would probably just have her housekeeper, Flor do all of the work. Then I'd feel bad. Once I asked Bunny if she thought she overworked Flor. She sort of whispered, "that's what illegals like to do." I don't really know what that means, but somehow I don't think it was a compliment.
Sometimes I feel sorry for Bunny. She has no work to keep her busy. I suppose I am grateful I can still do the washing, in spite of my bad back.