Every blog needs a name that sums up your philosophy of life, who you are, and what your life is like. So, The Laundry Mountain was the obvious choice, in honor of the piles of clean clothes that go from the dryer straight to the couch in our family room. Evergrowing, it rarely gets completely removed. Sometimes we have those days where things are so hectic that the laundry mountain is more like a range of mountains, some of them with the distinct square shape that comes when you leave the clothes in the laundry basket overnight. Yes, that is a picture of Mt. Everest, and no, my laundry mountain isn't nearly that tall, yet. (It doesn't have any clouds around it either, even though it does attract climbers.)
