Dive into a true GFE. Just a sweet lil Southern homemaker over here, folding laundry in you're favorite t-shirt… the one that still smells like you. You're out there bringin’ home the bacon, and I’m holdin’ it down with a warm dryer, a hotter heart, and just enough sass to keep you missin’ me all day long. Being traditional never felt so temptin’… now if only these clothes would fold themselves so I could daydream about dessert — and I ain’t talkin’ pie.
