i got my washer repaired on christmas eve. it was really expensive and my imaginary children didn't get christmas presents because of it, but clean clothes are important to me and hand-washing is not an option. (i hand-washed everything i wore for a year and a half when i was in russia and it didn't faze me, but i had to hand-wash 2 pair of underwear when my washer broke and i almost couldn't deal with the hardship.) right after the machine was fixed, the laundry room started to stink REAL BAD! i figured my wet clothes that had sat in buckets for a few days had started to mold (yes, i was willing to mold all my clothes, rather than hand-wash them and finish what my washer had refused to finish.). i washed all my clothes and they smelled lovely but man, it was stinky! so naturally i blamed matty, because, duh, brothers smell. he cleaned the bathroom and the smell just got worse and i was afraid to have people over for taco night in case they asked to use my bathroom and then wondered why i was allowing a giant rat to decompose in my washer.
then my bestie, shelley, who is very domestic even though she doesn't have kids, informed me that i needed to clean my washer. "THAT'S NOT A THING!!" i said to shelley. "a washer washes! it's naturally clean!" but even i know that makes me sound dumb, so i trusted her and loaded up on vinegar and bleach and spent an entire evening CLEANING my WASHER.
you guys, shelley (and apparently everyone on the internet) is a genius. (i mean, you should see the fancy dinners she makes.) now my laundry room smells delightfully of bleach and vinegar, which i'm assuming is its natural state. it's so great because now i stroll in and out of the laundry room calmly, instead of gasping for air and stumbling to get out before the smell overtakes me and renders me comatose.
come on over and have a smell. you'll like it. and i'll make you a taco.
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Next time I'm in town I'm cover over to smell your bleach and vinegar. Funny, we had this issue at our place and the guy of the house kept telling me the washing machine was dirty and I kept thinking he was being ridiculous. He won out and after he cleaned (there was NO way I was cleaning a cleaner) the laundry room was not smelly.
*coming
and now to prove again, I'm not a robot
I wash my church clothes in vodka so I smell like an alcoholic and everyone leaves me alone. If I shared my real beliefs I might get kicked out. I would not be teaching primary for sure . I love teaching primary. I love my kids, especially the little girl with no arms. She is a sweetheart.
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