My tombstone will read: "the most average person in the world." Since I represent the average, I find humor anything and everyone . . . including myself.
Showing posts with label laundry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label laundry. Show all posts
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Little Things #41--Fresh Smelling Laundry
To me there is nothing more comforting than a warm, soft blanket that is just out of a warm dryer. It smells and feels so wonderful--a chair and a good book, anyone?
Sunday, October 16, 2011
50 Things #11--Smells Great
I was finishing a load of laundry and had used some new fabric softener sample I received in the mail. I am thankful for the smell of clean laundry.
If only the clean smell could propel the laundry to put itself away--my life would then be perfect!!!
Monday, May 30, 2011
Laundry . . . continued
So we purchased a washer and dryer, and they deliver next day with no additional charge. My husband suggested that we wash tennis shoes. Our poor, faithful little machine's final hours at our home was nothing but load after load of abuse. We did two loads of tennis shoes. A load of bath mats. A load of throw rugs. And yes . . . the dreaded dog bed.
That poor machine should have had a biohazard sticker slapped on it by the time it left our house.
That poor machine should have had a biohazard sticker slapped on it by the time it left our house.
Two Year Warning . . . Three Years Ago
Three years ago I gave my husband a two year warning that we would need a new washer. The one we had was a refurbished machine we acquired in 1998 with our first home. The lid of the machine often had to be pushed in the middle to get it to start. I noticed some minor leaking. And though it stated "large capacity" washer . . . it was not.
Well, our newer dryer (7-10 years old) started taking about an hour per load to dry in addition to the loud metal-on-metal squeal it did most of the cycle. It was time to replace both. My only goal for the machines was something larger and quieter.
When we get to the store, my husband started punching buttons, lifting lids, inspecting the insides, etc. Really?!?!? In the fifteen years we've had children, I became the sole Laundry Chief. So I asked him, "Exactly what features are YOU looking for in laundry machines?" I got a dirty look--as if I didn't anticipate (and deserve) that response. It probably didn't help that my daughter and I started laughing, too. Of course, "The Look" only made us laugh harder.
Well, our newer dryer (7-10 years old) started taking about an hour per load to dry in addition to the loud metal-on-metal squeal it did most of the cycle. It was time to replace both. My only goal for the machines was something larger and quieter.
When we get to the store, my husband started punching buttons, lifting lids, inspecting the insides, etc. Really?!?!? In the fifteen years we've had children, I became the sole Laundry Chief. So I asked him, "Exactly what features are YOU looking for in laundry machines?" I got a dirty look--as if I didn't anticipate (and deserve) that response. It probably didn't help that my daughter and I started laughing, too. Of course, "The Look" only made us laugh harder.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
laundry
This week was spring break for my kids and myself. I spent the first two days of break doing load after load after load of laundry. When the kids "clean" their rooms, anything fabric on the floor goes to the laundry basket. They know it is easier to do this (since mom will wash, dry, and hang/fold the item) than actually finding a hangar and doing it themselves.
Even though I caught up on laundry, it did not go off without a hitch. I completed a load of jackets. One of my jackets (got for free at my husband's business event years ago) has velcro. I did not think much of this fact until sitting at Good Friday service at church. I glanced down at my jacket on the ground and wondered: "What is all of that white on my dark green jacket?" It was a stray sock that had attached itself to the velcro!
I'm hoping that no one saw this since the velcro was covered by my hood. Wouldn't that be a hoot to travel up to communion with a sock attached to your jacket. I'm the epitomy of classy!
Even though I caught up on laundry, it did not go off without a hitch. I completed a load of jackets. One of my jackets (got for free at my husband's business event years ago) has velcro. I did not think much of this fact until sitting at Good Friday service at church. I glanced down at my jacket on the ground and wondered: "What is all of that white on my dark green jacket?" It was a stray sock that had attached itself to the velcro!
I'm hoping that no one saw this since the velcro was covered by my hood. Wouldn't that be a hoot to travel up to communion with a sock attached to your jacket. I'm the epitomy of classy!
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