Story #2. (Although I really shouldn't reward you people with a second story since exactly 0 of you have commented on the first. I'm not bitter. Not even a little bit.)
My now-former apartment had a free washer/dryer in the basement, and the new place has a coin-operated washer/dryer available. This means, we will be scouring every nook & cranny for quarters while we live here. It also means that the day before moving out, I washed EVERYTHING with the free washer/dryer, including the bedding--sheets and down comforter. Once dried, it went in the car and was transported to the new place.
So, on Sunday night, with the bed set up by the 4 Fabulous Moving Dudes, Jesse & I went to put on the bedding. On went the fitted sheet. On went the regular sheet (what do you call the other, non-fitted sheet?)...but wait, what's that? Please tell me it's water...sniff, sniff...well, maybe it's just on this sheet...pulling out the comforter, NOOOOOOOOO...pulling the down out from inside the comforter, NOOOOO...
BOSS! BOSS, where are YOUUUUUU?
Crouching in the corner, looking down, one paw over his eyes.
Guilty.
And that's the story of how, at 10pm on our first night in the new place and both having to go to work the next morning, we began the 2 hour journey of washing the sheets and comforter in the coin-operated washer/dryer.
If only it ended there. Jesse came back upstairs from the laundry room, carrying the freshly-dried down.
Jesse: Does it still smell like pee to you?
Me: Yep. But it's probably just how you get a bad smell in your head and then it just smells like that, even when it doesn't really.
Jesse: Okay, I guess. Maybe. But smell this (the comforter).
Me: (sniffing). Well, we washed it. It must be fine. Let's just put it on the bed.
So we do, and crawl into bed.
A few minutes later...
Me: (whining) I can't sleep like this...it smells like pee! Did you put the detergent in the right spot? (The new washer has these three different things for detergent, bleach, and something else).
Jesse: I think so. (laughing) But this is gross.
Me: Okay, get up. We're taking the down out.
So, the down came out and earned a spot in the second bedroom until I could wash it again the next day.
Good thing Boss is cute.
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4 comments:
I read both - thanks for posting!!
it's called a flat sheet. :-D
I'd just like to point out that Bud (may he rest in peace) never peed on my bed. He sprayed the entire house, BUT never peed on my bed. :)
- i call it the top sheet.
- the few days prior to having ruth, allie peed on our bed EVERY FREAKING DAY. it's a wonder i didn't sell her to gypsies.
- once, when allie was a few months old, chad and i got into an arguement. that night, whilst he was sleeping, allie peed on his pillow next to his head. when we figured it out the next morning i was laughing too hard to scold her.
- to this day when i smell cat pee i think of Bud and that couch in our house at camberene. man, that cat had issues.
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