Sheets

I almost had to take some sick time off of work this afternoon. I wasn’t sick though.

Before work started this morning I threw in a load of laundry. Specifically, I washed our bed sheets. It took half the work day to get through it all because things got really busy for a while there. By 3:00 or so that load of laundry was done and I brought it upstairs and quickly made the bed.

The sheets had gone straight from the dryer onto the bed and they were so warm and happy and wonderful that I almost told Jen that we had to both take the afternoon off sick so that we could just get into bed and go to sleep in the warm and happy and wonderful newly cleaned sheets.

We didn’t though.

Total missed opportunity, if you ask me.

Maybe I’ll wash the sheets again tomorrow, what with it being Saturday and all.

Sounds like a plan.

Laundry Fail

I hate when this happens. It’s so damn infuriating.

I washed our sheets today. One fitted sheet, one non-fitted sheet, two small pillow cases, and two large pillow cases.

It should be easy. It should be the most simple thing in the world.

One of the small pillow cases got wrapped up in the fitted sheet and somehow got rolled into a tight little ball. I didn’t notice it until I was making the bed and had already finished with the fitted sheet. What, may I ask, is that bump in the middle of the bed? Why it’s an effin’ pillow case.

That’s not the infuriating part of all of this. The infuriating part is that due to being rolled up in a little ball, the rat bastard was still wet! I had actually put the sheets through the dryer twice and the little rat bastard was still wet!

Oh, you sonofabitch. How I hate when you do this to me. How I loathe it. Oh, how furious I feel.

Stupid pillow case. Stupid fitted sheet. Stupid, stupid pillow case and fitted sheet.