I am a notoriously poor pocket-checker. The number of times I have sent my husband's entire wallet through the washing machine can't be counted on one hand. I have had the pleasure of removing just about every color of melted crayon from the walls of the dryer. I'm pretty sure I have never done a load of landry without hearing coins knocking around. And my kids have kinda been banned from wearing belts because they have rotted or frayed from too many water/heat exposures.
But this morning when I pulled the laundry out of the dryer, I was shocked by just how many items were caught between the door and the lint trap. I swear the kids must be playing a joke on me becasue there is simply no way I missed this much stuff!
It truly scares me to think about what is behind their beds...
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