Then I noticed linty-looking stuff all over the clothes.
Yes--in a new low for homemaking, I laundered a book.
That's Not My Monster is no more.
But Wait! There's more . . .
As I removed the clothes from the washer to assess the mess, I found the remains of Curious George and the Dump Truck.
So now I have a washing maching full of debris and a pile of linty, wet clothes.
Don't try this at home, kids.
4 comments:
Yeah, good luck with the linty remains of the book...I had the same thing happen in college...I don't remember how I handled it, but I do remember it was not fun to clean up.
at least it wasn't a diaper. the innards of those things are terrible!
If that would have happened to me, I would have cried, and then left it in a mess to show my husband before I did anything about it. Then again I'm pregnant, so I'm a little more emotional about mothering then probably most people are.
I'm curious how a book got in the washer. And Katie...how did YOU get a book in the washer while in college? It's not like books can fit in pockets or something.
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