Ok, so you all know my irrational fear of the whole icky rodent thing that is lurking in my garage. Well, the other day I was outside gardening and starting gabbing to my neighbor (also named Dan we call him Mr. Dan.) about the situation and how I have laundry a mile high because I am scared to use the washing machine. It is located right there in mouse central.
Being the sweet, former Navy man that he is, he went walking into the garage, opened the dryer and started pulling the clothes out. I stood there protesting vaguely but slightly happy to see some clean towels.
The he went to open the washing machine to put those clothes in the dryer. My protesting became a little more fervent. I just KNOW I have my thong underwear in that load. He brushed me off and kept working away. Until he burst into laughter.
There in the midst of my new Victoria secret panties was also....a panty liner.
I was purple with embarrassment. He kept laughing.
Do your own damn laundry Gingers Mom.