This is a washing machine. And this weekend, it proved I should still be living at home having my mom do my laundry. Seriously. e  bet

My mom's big laundry rule (besides DO IT!) was, "Check the pockets...every time. Even if they're your pants."

So I did...not ever do that. Ever. And it's only bitten me via Kleenex harassment. A small price to pay for the freedom of just throwing clothes in the washer. "Check the pockets" I can hear my mom say in my head, "No way! i have better things to do than check pockets! Pshhh! As if!

  • Oh, look...a quarter went thru the wash, what a lovely sound it makes!

  • My Carmex was in my pocket? No problem, that cap is screwed on tight!

  • Huh! A dollar! A dollar in my pants. Hey mom, see this? A very clean dollar!

Big deal, a clean dollar, a shiny quarter, or a clean tube of Carmex. So what?

Well, today I learned so what.

This is the day the Sharpie attacked!

Look at that! One of my favorite shirts is ruined for away from home wearing!

((sigh))

FINE, mother. You were right.