Adventures in Laundrying!!!

I was sitting at my new little laptop station, making a "motivational drawing" for Kristin when I heard it.

KA-THUNK KA-THUNK KA-THUNK.

Hmm...

I hastily removed the poodle that has been firmly affixed to my lap all day and ran into the laundry room.

KA-THUNK KA-THUNK KA-THUNK.

Nope, against all my hopes, it was NOT quieter INSIDE the laundry room.

The washing machine was ALIVE!!! It was walking towards me! It was going to attack! It was ANGRY!!!

I went into super ninja mode and ran TOWARDS the problem, not away.

I threw the washer open. There was the culprit. I KNEW there was a reason I never washed that blanket.



Seriously. I yanked that thing out of the washer, yelled at it, wrestled it violently and then placed it on the OTHER washer. I wasn't in the mood to deal. I let the comforter keep washing and then I went back to face my enemy.

Even in the washer BY ITSELF it was screaming.

KA-THUNK KA-THUNK KA-THUNK.

There are no words to describe my rage at that moment.

I JUMPED on top of the washer and sat on it. Let me tell you, the movies lie. It was NOT pleasurable in the least. (If you know what I mean.) It was like riding through a pasture on a 4 wheeler with my brother. I felt like my brain was going to exit my skull at any minute.

It was jarring.

Stupid blanket. It finally got done spinning and I threw it in the dryer. WITH ANGER AND GUSTO!!!

I wanted to stab that stupid blanket. I'm never washing it again, so I hope no one ever vomits on it. If they do, they're going home with a souvenir!