I found my true vocation in life today! After a tragic and overlooked spill of a very carefully made hot chocolate (you know… real chocolate, equal amount of sugar, steamed milk, and whipped cream on top) went down on the comforter, I thought I cleaned it all up. I thought I cleaned it all up in that sort of don’t turn on the lights-grab a sponge and daub sort of way, right?
This morning the light of day displayed quite another story. Good heavens, what will I do?
I grabbed that comforter cover and tossed it into the bathtub with hot water and Planet detergent and scrubbed the living crap out of it. About half way through I thought “Eeew!” because the water in the bath tub turned something approaching curb funk. Could it be that this is the dye from the cover? Is this just disgusting funk? As I pondered the alternatives I scrubbed and scrubbed, swirling the thick, wet fabric around in the sudsy warm water, completely disgusted with myself.
I rinsed, and then rinsed again. Then I wrung it out and rinsed it again. Now it’s hanging over the curtain rod, dripping into the bathtub. Soon it will be dry and clean and we’ll see about how the stains came out when I get it back onto the bed.
I missed my calling. I should never have become a writer, DJ, musician, producer, vocalist, graphic designer. I should have been a washing machine.
How could I have overlooked that at career day?
3 Comments
well, i know one thing for sure- you’re much more handsome than my washing machine! :)
Thank you.
But you know… there are some mighty fine and beautifully designed washing machines out there these days.
I like the new front loaders. vintage future. a good metaphor for the world around us.
: )
yeah, the big chrome-glass-and-white-enamel front-loaders are pretty boss.
but you sing better ;)