...you open up the washing machine (after the load is complete) and realize that you somehow washed a book--a BOOK--with your load of towels. A James Patterson mystery novel, to be precise. Oh, and also a plastic Easter egg filled with small toys. 3 1/2 more months to go. Let's hope this is the worst offense I'll have.
Off to go clean up the shredded, wet pages lining the sides of the machine...
2 comments:
Too funny! After Reid was born I washed a diaper. Yuck!
At least your excuse was sleep deprivation! I hope it was a clean diaper...
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