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Jul. 5th, 2005 12:10 pmMy mom taught me to always check the pockets. This was how you found loose change, a few forgotten bills, tickets, receipts, and other things lost. I always check the pockets.
Except the pocket of the shorts that I wore clubbing two months ago and forgot about. The pocket of the shorts that survived the chaos of the washing machine with nary a hint that anything was wrong. The pocket of the shorts that were tossed into the dryer with the rest of my colours instead of hanging them up to dry.
The pocket that had a half-used tube of Urban Dusk lipstick in it.
... all over my clean, coloured clothes... including all of my pairs of jeans.
I don't think I can headdesk this desk hard enough to create a bigger, more pathetic headache.
If the second wash cycle they're in doesn't alleviate some of the problem, I think I'm going to cry, and then hit the Salvation Army while in Lethbridge next weekend, as those are the only clothes that I can afford.
Might just go to work and cry now.
I feel like such a damn idiot.
Edited to Add: I didn't have time this morning to stain-treat an entire load of clothes before work, so I threw them into the wash again and holed for the best.
The verdict? There is an advantage that lies in the majority of your clothes scoring 50 or lower on the monochromatic scale. Yes, even the colours. I lost two t-shirts for good, some underwear, and I now have some rather interesting socks, but the rest survived rather intact.
Except the pocket of the shorts that I wore clubbing two months ago and forgot about. The pocket of the shorts that survived the chaos of the washing machine with nary a hint that anything was wrong. The pocket of the shorts that were tossed into the dryer with the rest of my colours instead of hanging them up to dry.
The pocket that had a half-used tube of Urban Dusk lipstick in it.
... all over my clean, coloured clothes... including all of my pairs of jeans.
I don't think I can headdesk this desk hard enough to create a bigger, more pathetic headache.
If the second wash cycle they're in doesn't alleviate some of the problem, I think I'm going to cry, and then hit the Salvation Army while in Lethbridge next weekend, as those are the only clothes that I can afford.
Might just go to work and cry now.
I feel like such a damn idiot.
Edited to Add: I didn't have time this morning to stain-treat an entire load of clothes before work, so I threw them into the wash again and holed for the best.
The verdict? There is an advantage that lies in the majority of your clothes scoring 50 or lower on the monochromatic scale. Yes, even the colours. I lost two t-shirts for good, some underwear, and I now have some rather interesting socks, but the rest survived rather intact.
