Today’s Muse. My Dirty Laundry Habit.
If I’m found dead crushed from the weight of a fallen shower rod, you as readers of this post can help the Morgan County Sheriff’s Office piece together what the h*@ll happened.
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Don’t deny it. Everyone has idiosyncrasies, perversions even.
Behaviors that start small.
We want to make changes to our bathroom so we collect remodeling magazines. Ten years later the same cracked tile lines the bathroom floor, yet we’ve acquired every home remodeling magazine since May 4, 1970. Stacked so high and wide, they block entrance to the bathroom we wanted to redo in the first place.
The problem.
I can’t put clothes in the dryer.
Well, I can put towels, my son’s graying t-shirts and gym shorts, but if it’s cotton and color — I can’t do it.
I shared a house with a woman in law school. The washer and dryer room was lined with her Peachtree Road Race t-shirts drying on hangers.
Remember these? Every year, the design was the same -- just in a different color.
Weird.
But I noticed that her green race shirt from 1988 looked vibrant and mine looked faded as me after a 3 mile run these days.
I started hanging my PRR shirts. Years went by — I started hanging everything.
I also acquired more bodies for whom I was responsible for washing and hanging laundry.
The other bathroom.
I can’t let a $3.00 t-shirt from Target go in the dryer. It’s like pouring out old water from a plastic water bottle. (Can’t do that either. Have to dose some thirsty plant — but that’s an entirely different post.)
Guess one day I’ll be back hanging wet clothes for two.
That is if my husband hasn’t left me for a spankin’ hot 80 year old who uses her dryer for something other than to fluff pillows.
Okay, confess. What is your weird laundry habit?
