regarding the dryer and the fitting in
I had tangled with a duvet which I had tacked into a duvet cover. This is the work of Satan, the duvet cover, IMO.
Everyone espouses The Duvet Cover as the greatest thing since, well, sliced cheese, but I find duvets and their covers absolutely maddening.
Youngest is the only one left with a duvet and cover and he loves it but it is a chore to launder.
When I was done wrestling it free (of ITSELF!) I attempted to re-insert it in the dryer in a way that would prohibit tangling and just dove right in.
K snapped me and then closed the door on me. And, yes, getting out was difficult.
In other news: three out of four boys accompanied me to the beach yesterday. This was an amazing turn of events (Oldest was home sick and had lived through an eight hour outdoor music event the day before).
We left at nine in the morning and drove to the seashore where we set up our chairs and observed life around us.
Noting the arrival of a man in his 60's accompanied by a very young blond in a small bikini:
Youngest: Maybe she's part of some kind of senior citizens outreach program.
Noting the arrival of the guy wearing long pants selling necklaces:
Middle: It's just not a day at the beach without some peddler, is it.
I don't remember what we said about the group of Russians sitting behind us but I do know one of them was wearing a vertically striped Speedo and another was wrapped in a Kiss towel.
But back to the dryer. I think we can all agree that that was the least flattering photograph of me to ever appear on the internet.
Everyone espouses The Duvet Cover as the greatest thing since, well, sliced cheese, but I find duvets and their covers absolutely maddening.
Youngest is the only one left with a duvet and cover and he loves it but it is a chore to launder.
When I was done wrestling it free (of ITSELF!) I attempted to re-insert it in the dryer in a way that would prohibit tangling and just dove right in.
K snapped me and then closed the door on me. And, yes, getting out was difficult.
In other news: three out of four boys accompanied me to the beach yesterday. This was an amazing turn of events (Oldest was home sick and had lived through an eight hour outdoor music event the day before).
We left at nine in the morning and drove to the seashore where we set up our chairs and observed life around us.
Noting the arrival of a man in his 60's accompanied by a very young blond in a small bikini:
Youngest: Maybe she's part of some kind of senior citizens outreach program.
Noting the arrival of the guy wearing long pants selling necklaces:
Middle: It's just not a day at the beach without some peddler, is it.
I don't remember what we said about the group of Russians sitting behind us but I do know one of them was wearing a vertically striped Speedo and another was wrapped in a Kiss towel.
But back to the dryer. I think we can all agree that that was the least flattering photograph of me to ever appear on the internet.
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Never, and I can't stress this enough, NEVER wear your ipod headphones while doing that. Unless you like electro-shock therapy. Satan smiled!
A day at the beach - I'm soooo jealous! I'd love to be there with you guys - or - a very young blond in a small bikini. That youngest cracks me up.
Hey, my secret password is STOLI. I'll take my cue from that.
ErinH
Senior citizen outreach program. Heh.
Your pal,
Torrey