Sunday, November 21

So very early Sunday morning, at like 6:15 am, I left my house to go to the laundromat. I normally just wait to do laundry until I can do it at some one's house (you know, when I house sit) or until I run out of comfortable underwear and am left with only the pair that consistently both rides up my ass and falls down at the same time. ( Don't be embarrassed, I know you have a pair like that too). I made a special trip this morning because I read on the internet I could wash my feather bed in a regular washer and I really thought it was time. ( In case you were wondering, no I didn't wet the bed.) So anyways, the people at the laundry always crack me up. 1. I found out this morning that my neighbor makes her husband do the laundry. 2. Also, some people are super paranoid.  There is this older lady here who is like my mom's age  and she keeps checking her stuff in the dryer by putting the back of her hand against the glass. Talk about a super power!  I mean, to be able to tell if you're laundry was dry by touching the glass. Amazing. I do suspect however, that she may have been aided by some device which she carried in purse. I say this because each time she walked the 8 steps to do this amazing feat, she put her fashionable nylon purse on her shoulder. Lesson 3 from this morning- there is no way in hell a full size feather bed dries on low in 30 minutes.  I guess this one time the internet was wrong.