As I was finishing up my 3rd load of laundry yester-afternoon, I thought to myself "Hmmm, it smells like rotting pumpkins in here. I wonder why? It didn't smell like this an hour ago. Hmmmm." But as usual, the 3 kids (2 of them sick) beckoned my attention, keeping me from answering life's big questions. And I forgot all about it.
Later that evening, Craig is heading out thru the laundry room and yells to me, "Why does it smell like rotting pumpkins in the laundry room?" (Further proof of why we're MFEO--think Sleepless in Seattle)
Now, as you look at this picture, keep in mind, the linoleum in the laundry room is not blue.
So, what IS blue in our laundry room??
A. The rug
B. The 100 ounce jug of Tide that I just bought that WAS sitting on top of the washer. In small quantities, it smells like Clean Breeze. In large quantities....rotting pumpkins.
And now to add to the list of "Things that are blue in our laundry room":
2 pennies, 3 AA batteries, 8 puzzle pieces, 2 screws, 1 screwdriver, 1 pair cleats, 1 pen, 1 pencil and 100 pounds of lint. What's under your washer?
It’s us, but in dead animal form. But not really dead because they weren’t ever alive. Undead? No. That makes them sound like vampires. So not that. Fuck. I don’t know the word. Hey, how long can a title be? Because this seems excessive. Someone should stop me. Jesus. This is as bad as 280-character twitter.
9 hours ago