Okay... this is a rant. You wanna know one of the most dangerous things in the house? It's not the stove, it's not the tub, it's the CLOROX! There are bleach spots on my laundry - AGAIN!!!!! And you know what makes it even worse? I've confronted my mom about it and she denies with her whole heart and soul, misusing the beach. Now since there are only two of us using the washer, and I have never, ever, on my own, misused the beach and spotted my laundry, I KNOW it's her. She even has bleach spots on HER own clothes. Sigh.
Short of taking my laundry to the laundromat and weathering the ensuing crying and hysteria loading the laundry into the car once a week will engender - I don't know what to do. Last time it was an expensive dress shirt of Anthony's. this time it was my BRAND NEW 500 THREAD COUNT SHEETS! Yep, that's right - brand new - 500 thread count - beautiful sea green, now spotted with a yellowish green, sheets. I could cry.
I know they're just sheets, but I'm having a day. I spent the morning working on a postcard for a client only to find out that I'd been working in the wrong size the whole &^%$ time. Yes, it was my own fault for not checking - but it was awful just the same. Then came the toe stubbing incident (it still hurts). Then, the bleached sheets. I can hardly wait to find out what's next. On an up note, I just about laughed my head off at this episode of Silent Library. Tee Hee.