For some reason laundry is an activity that I enjoy. Now, I still consider myself a novice even though I have been doing it on my own for several years. My most pressing concern is how to separate the ‘whites’ from the other stuff. Does it actually have to be white to be considered a white? These get bleach, right? After many years I find myself single once again so now may be the time to pay serious attention to this.
Now, I could jam it all in one washer and save a few quarters or do the right thing and make two separate loads. OK, this will be a two load occasion as I am trying to mend my ways. I also appreciate clean clothes. Yeah, I know what you are thinking, that shirt should have been pre-treated with Shout but who’s got time for that? An extra scoop of Oxi-Clean should take care of that little problem. Well, got two washers filled up and now its time to add some detergent. I prefer the liquid over the powder because the last time I used power the box tipped over and spilled all over the place.
Come on! Now a quarter is jammed. I don’t smash my hand against the coin thing anymore. I am older and wiser. I now use a little ball-peen hammer. A couple little taps usually does the trick. Oh, I forgot to separate the whites again. I will just use an extra capful of liquid Tide. What does HD mean anyway? Maybe the lady with the pretty hair a couple washers down knows. Oh, she is coming my way now. Perhaps she will be able to assist me in my troubles. I really hope so.
Things were fine until her boyfriend Bruno came over. He didn’t look too happy but maybe my little hammer in the laundry basket was a bit disconcerting to him. I am sorry too that he slipped on the puddle of liquid Tide I spilled on the floor and cracked his head against a dryer. He must feel a little helpless too. I recommended to him that he should treat the blood stains on his shirt with Shout before washing it. He gave me the finger. It turns out that Bruno was not her boyfriend but her brother. She smiled at me sweetly. I feel that it is all coming together. I am not sure what to do about the mountains of suds oozing out of the washers. Maybe it will bubble us clean? She just called me "Mr. Bubbles". I like that.
Now, I could jam it all in one washer and save a few quarters or do the right thing and make two separate loads. OK, this will be a two load occasion as I am trying to mend my ways. I also appreciate clean clothes. Yeah, I know what you are thinking, that shirt should have been pre-treated with Shout but who’s got time for that? An extra scoop of Oxi-Clean should take care of that little problem. Well, got two washers filled up and now its time to add some detergent. I prefer the liquid over the powder because the last time I used power the box tipped over and spilled all over the place.
Come on! Now a quarter is jammed. I don’t smash my hand against the coin thing anymore. I am older and wiser. I now use a little ball-peen hammer. A couple little taps usually does the trick. Oh, I forgot to separate the whites again. I will just use an extra capful of liquid Tide. What does HD mean anyway? Maybe the lady with the pretty hair a couple washers down knows. Oh, she is coming my way now. Perhaps she will be able to assist me in my troubles. I really hope so.
Things were fine until her boyfriend Bruno came over. He didn’t look too happy but maybe my little hammer in the laundry basket was a bit disconcerting to him. I am sorry too that he slipped on the puddle of liquid Tide I spilled on the floor and cracked his head against a dryer. He must feel a little helpless too. I recommended to him that he should treat the blood stains on his shirt with Shout before washing it. He gave me the finger. It turns out that Bruno was not her boyfriend but her brother. She smiled at me sweetly. I feel that it is all coming together. I am not sure what to do about the mountains of suds oozing out of the washers. Maybe it will bubble us clean? She just called me "Mr. Bubbles". I like that.
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