I could not resist. This is just too funny/shameful (because if I'm not being self-depricating then what will I do for a laugh?) to NOT post about...even when my 7 am wake-up call is only a few short hours away.
This, below, what you are about to see...this is what happens when your already crappy dryer completely craps the bed. Forever and ever. Dead and gone. And because you have no dryer, you haven't bothered with doing much laundry in a while other than the necessities you can get away with hanging dry.
Yes, that is all underwear. All nicely sprawled for drying on my living floor (and all over the chair, and along the couch). Alice and I both came to recognize a daunting reality this week: each of us were down to the bare minimum panty stash (the crappy, snagged ones you save for that certain season of the month, the too-large grandma panties, the maybe they'll fit me after 20 pounds tight little suckers). And we hadn't made time for the laundromat or for a visit to either of our parents' houses for this purpose. So, with a washer working, we figured we would have to make do because it was to "Maybe I'll just go footloose and fancy free today" dire. The sad part...this isn't all of them.
I don't think I'll be able to engage in this type of behavior after I go through the temple next month (I don't think I mentioned this here--well, now you know--I'm going through the temple next month and am very excited about this decision!)...at least not until I build up this kind of supply of garments.
6 comments:
Too much (as in way too many pairs!!!) information! ;)
LOL! Ya just gotta love it when your appliances go south esp the big ticket ones. The $30 toaster never seems to take a dump, it's always the fridge, oven, dryer......
Great blog - your posts are hysterical. Congrats on the upcoming trip to the temple. Big decision, awesome decision. I hope you enjoy the experience.
:)
That is awesome. I can't believe that you took a picture of some of your underwear and posted it on the blog. I hope that they all dry quick.
Good luck!!!!
If that were a TS Eliot poem, it would be called "The Waist Land."
Congrats on going through the Temple.
Yikes! It is scary enough to wake up in the morning and find a quilt of panties on the living room floor...
even worse, you posted it on your blog! :) Ah well, the secrets out huh?
Look at all your panties! You and Alice both have more pairs than anyone I know.
I am excited for you to go through the temple. Sorry I will miss it. You have to come back and go to the temple where I live. (I forgot of what city it is in) :)
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