Sunday, September 28, 2008
Sometimes I Do Stupid Stuff
Actually, more often than not I do totally stupid stuff, but since that menopause biddy has been living in my body, I have managed to top the stupid stuff charts.
I mentioned in a previous post about dangling my booms over that pot of steaming greens while reaching for something in the cabinet and burning one of them. That was pretty stupid, right? Well, my stupid streak continues.
I also washed a paper towel that James had left in the pocket of his work pants which resulted in quite a bit of cussin' and carryin' on while I was trying to get all those teeny pieces of soggy paper out of the washer. I'm still finding some in the dryer a day later.
Then, as I tried to sit in the floor in front of a bookshelf to pick up a pile of papers and books that Zach had left in the floor in front of it, I skinned my shin on one of his text books. Now I have matching scrapes on both shins except that one is horizontal, the other vertical. I don't even know where the second one came from.
Today I decided to toss 2 little 10 in. pillows into a load of wash. They're cotton, the kind you toss on your bed, sofa, or in a chair. They looked washable to me. The kids had spilled and dribbled all manner of stuff on them so it was either wash 'em, or throw 'em away.
It ended up I did both cause one of them, sprung a leak. I'm not sure how they got those 5 million little fluffy pieces of shredded foam into those little 10 inch pillows, but I know now how easy they come out.
All in my washer.
All over 3 shirts, 1 pair of jeans, and 2 pot holders.
I shook, and shook, and shook, the clothes before putting them into the dryer but I betcha there will still be some of that stuff in the dryer lint catcher. Then I had to sweep the floor.
Somebody just shoot me.