Saturday, October 04, 2008

Laundry Chute

I have loved having a laundry chute in the new house. No carrying laundry baskets up and down the stairs. Just drop the dirty clothes down the chute, and they magically appear in the laundry room. Living in the lap of luxury!

But with our first round of doozy-colds since we moved, I discovered a downside. There used to be a pile of dirty laundry upstairs, full of t-shirts and socks and jammies that are soft. Lots of times we could blow noses on those clothes that were already in need of laundering -- assuming of course they weren't so dirty that you didn't want 'em near your face. But now we don't have those t-shirts and jammies available. So today, when I folded the load of whites, I found NINETEEN cotton hankies. Nineteen. No wonder I'm getting sore from excessive nose-blowing.


  1. Thanks for writing this. You've absolved me of my secret guilt for blowing my nose in my dirty laundry. Or at least given me some company in my freakdom.

  2. Hey, Evan! Hey! Here I was, priding myself on my "greenness" and you're telling me it's freakdom? Hey!!