Good evening! It's Friday evening of a U.S. holiday weekend. Enjoyed a dinner of french toast with peanut butter and real maple syrup on it...then read my book a little more. Jumped up from the couch to transfer clothes from the washer to the dryer and discovered some underwear wound tightly around the agitator..underneath all the fin thingies. (I'm sooo technical!) Thought it would require a quick pull on the underwear to get it loose but it wasn't that easy.
Then came this phone conversation with my friend Tina:
me: "Ummm.....I've got underwear stuck in the washer. Am too short to reach the bottom of the washer when I lean into it so I'm standing on a stepstool. I can now reach the underwear and have scissors in hand to cut the underwear but am afraid I'll pull too hard and knock myself out and stab myself in one move....Can you BELIEVE I got underwear stuck in the washer??? Who does that???"
tina: "That's my GREATEST FEAR!!" [dramatic]
me: "What? Your greatest fear is getting your underwear stuck in the washer???"
me: "oh..it's being unconscious...."
tina: "yep..and people not finding you for days."
Because I didn't want to be left unconscious for days nor have a repairman be called thus requiring me to run around and tidy up the living and dining rooms before a repairman could be allowed into the home, I managed to get the underwear free of the machine - in little cloth pieces but they are free.
What kind of night is it when your greatest triumph is that your underwear is FREE of the washer?!