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Thursday, February 24, 2011

Tangled Up In Blue Jeans



I squoze over to Paula's Blog http://paulasserendipity.blogspot.com/and was greeted by the most fresh, bright looking laundry room. My gosh, you could eat off the floor. Perfect for her new baby boy to crawl around in while she washes and irons his little duds.
Made me very jealous though...I have never in all my hundreds of years of lives had a pretty or even decent laundry room. One was in a basement that must have had a hidey hole that let chipmunks in so they could take up residence in the dryer coil, one was in the garage..if you don't think that was pleasant during -30 degrees and then the one I have now..
Mine is in the dredge of a basement that you can only walk a tightrope width of an aisle to the washer and dryer that has stuff stacked in front of it! I have to stand on a box and lean across another box to put the clothes in. Then to transfer the clothes from the washer to the dryer, I must hold the clothes dryer door open with my left knee so that it doesn't slam shut since it doesn't open all the way...why...you ask...because of some more boxes of 1976 clothes catalogs, blue jeans and price sheets from KennyRogersLookAlikeBeforeThePlasticSurgeryWentWrong's first clothes buying position..he is in the clothing business....leisure suits priced wholesale at about $7.00 and Brittania Jeans from $8...from the rag district in New York. Can you say 'disco'~ Important papers that, of course, umhmmm, must be kept for~I don't know the reason~but he does or says he does...he just has to go thru them and toss a few things....WAHT! He's been singing this chant for 16 years now. And while I'm ranting, I might add that I have 'tossed' a few things and even just rearranged the disintegrating emphera maybe a foot from the washer and he has gotten panicked that I may have thrown something away...How can he tell? Oh, please just let him go visit his brother for about 2 weeks so I can have some friends in and help me widen the path to dance to my washer before I fall in among the files and become lodged and tangled up in blue..