revolution
My life has changed.
I woke up yesterday a girl and went to bed a girl with appliances.
So I got a new washer and dryer. new meaning not used, because even a used one would have been new... What i'm saying is i didn't have either before yesterday.
Up until now i had been doing the laundry mat thing.
I would wait for two weeks, so that all the effort would be worth it. load up a body-bag sized laundry carrier, drag it down three flights of stair, carry it santa claus style across the apartment complex parking lot [dodging dog crap, racoons, speeding cars, and strange neighbors] (we have two laundry mats and my apartment happens to be equal distance from both), load all my clothes into the machines and pump money into them until my pockets are about a pound lighter, close the lid and hope that no one will take my sopping articles out and leave them on the counter, then go back to my apartment and wait until it's time to trek back over and switch the clothes to a no-matter-how-many-dryer-sheets-you-use-your-clothes-are-garunteed-to-have-static dryer, and close the door hoping that it won't be nudged open by the sheer amount of shirts and underwear spinning around on the inside. then after waiting out the dryer the decision come to fold there or fold at home. Folding there is probably the better of the two - it at least sees to it that they get folded, but then there's the awkward silence when a neighbor comes in and your flouncing your underwear and ratty towels around. But cramming them all back into the body bag to take home and fold pretty much seals it that they wil never get folded and will probably get so wrinkled that you'd rather just wash them again. Either way I still have to load them all back up and hike back across the complex and up three flights of stairs.
I'm not going to lie, I turned up music and daced around while I was loading my very first pile of clothes into my very first washing machine. It is a great new light I see.
I was scared when my clothes weren't dry after the first cycle in the dryer - turns out i forgot to turn the heat on. whew.
I have arrived. I feel like a real live grown up.
look out detergent aisle, here I come.
I woke up yesterday a girl and went to bed a girl with appliances.
So I got a new washer and dryer. new meaning not used, because even a used one would have been new... What i'm saying is i didn't have either before yesterday.
Up until now i had been doing the laundry mat thing.
I would wait for two weeks, so that all the effort would be worth it. load up a body-bag sized laundry carrier, drag it down three flights of stair, carry it santa claus style across the apartment complex parking lot [dodging dog crap, racoons, speeding cars, and strange neighbors] (we have two laundry mats and my apartment happens to be equal distance from both), load all my clothes into the machines and pump money into them until my pockets are about a pound lighter, close the lid and hope that no one will take my sopping articles out and leave them on the counter, then go back to my apartment and wait until it's time to trek back over and switch the clothes to a no-matter-how-many-dryer-sheets-you-use-your-clothes-are-garunteed-to-have-static dryer, and close the door hoping that it won't be nudged open by the sheer amount of shirts and underwear spinning around on the inside. then after waiting out the dryer the decision come to fold there or fold at home. Folding there is probably the better of the two - it at least sees to it that they get folded, but then there's the awkward silence when a neighbor comes in and your flouncing your underwear and ratty towels around. But cramming them all back into the body bag to take home and fold pretty much seals it that they wil never get folded and will probably get so wrinkled that you'd rather just wash them again. Either way I still have to load them all back up and hike back across the complex and up three flights of stairs.
I'm not going to lie, I turned up music and daced around while I was loading my very first pile of clothes into my very first washing machine. It is a great new light I see.
I was scared when my clothes weren't dry after the first cycle in the dryer - turns out i forgot to turn the heat on. whew.
I have arrived. I feel like a real live grown up.
look out detergent aisle, here I come.
posted by emily harrison at 5:46 AM
1 Comments:
now this is funny.
Post a Comment
<< Home