Eric was having a little difficulty waking up this morning. So he threw his laundry into the washing machine and went back to bed. After asking me to call him when it was finished, that is.
When the washer stopped, I decided to be nice and throw the wet clothes into the dryer for him. I’m nice like that SOMETIMES, but not very often.
Now, we did teach Eric how to do laundry. He’s been doing it for years. Yet the first thing I noticed was the mix of colors. As evidenced in the photo above, there were tan shorts, a dark-brown shirt, a black shirt, red flannel boxers, and white socks (not the entire contents of the washer, just a sampling).
I’m big on sorting stuff. I usually segregate the laundry into at least five piles: darks, lights, whites, denim and towels. I guess he doesn’t care if his whites aren’t all that white. No biggie. I just kept moving the wet clothes into the dryer.
I thought to myself, “Well, that’s probably one of the oddest things I’ve seen in the washing machine.” My mind automatically began cataloging some of my past finds. Money, of course, both paper and coins, is found most often. Then there were nails, screws, binder clips, buttons, gum (Hubby HATES when that happens, especially if it makes it to the dryer). That’s all stuff one might expect to inadvertently leave in a pocket. But scissors?
When I asked, he said they are electrician’s scissors (a tool he needs for work) and that he’d been looking for them. I guess it isn’t that odd after all.
I wanted to take a picture of him before he left to post here on my Blog, but he was unshaven and half asleep. I asked if he’d shave for me, and told him I wanted to take a picture. I left out the “to post on my Blog” part.
He declined. Maybe next time…
Speaking of caring, Eric never reads my Blog, so he’ll never know he was my main topic for the day.