On Saturday I bathed Kobe (my dog). That used to mean washing and drying all his blankets and mattress covers (!), etc., as well. Now, however, it means anything Kobe touches cannot be washed in our washer and dryer (heaven forbid!) now that Mom has a front-loading washer. So, off to the laundromat I went.
Now, let me paint a picture. Laguna Hills is really a pretty nice area. But about a mile away from our house, down the hill (and Laguna Hills is all about which hill you're on), to the lowest part of the city, is the nearest laundromat. It's in The Ghetto. I was the only white person in there. All the signs on the bulletin board said "Se Rente!" or something like that. 'Twas quite the experience.
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The front-load washer doesn't fit that stuff? My mom's front-load washer holds even more stuff than her old large-capacity one...
I'm trying to imagine you at a ghetto laundry...it's pretty funny.
Oh, it all fits. But now with the new washer and dryer, they're too good for Kobe's towels and blankets and mattress covers. =) She doesn't want anything he's touched going in her new washer and dryer.
And you thought I was crazy-clean. =)
Wow...that is so, so interesting. It's a washing machine--it gets things clean--dirty things go in it, right?
I'm totally understanding where you come from now...
Speaking of where you come from, when are you coming back here??
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