Last night I put a load of whites in the washer before I made dinner. When I returned to put the clothes in the dryer, I opened the lid only to find a washer full of PINK clothes. AAAGHHHHH!!!! In all my years of doing laundry, I do not recall EVER making that mistake!!! I instantly knew who the culprit was as I held my head in my hands in disgust.
You see, it went down like this... Robert's biker-entrepenuer friend has started designing and creating clothes with all these cool biker designs that him and his family/friends concoct. And of course he gave my hubby-poo a sample of his work to help get the word out... Now this isn't your normal-run-of-the-mill t-shrit. This guy has painted the shirt... with, uh, paint. Isn't that creative of him? Actually, I shouldn't be giving this guy a hard time. After all, it was ME who put the shirt in the wash... with the whites. Hey, it had to be washed before Robby-rob could wear it, right?? Duh. My head is not screwed on as tight as it should be.I digress.
So, I'm going through this load of whites to survey the damage and dollar signs are rolling in my eyeballs as I'm adding up how much it will cost to replace all these clothes: undershirts, underwear, and socks for all 3 of the boys, two of my favorite white shirts, towels, and my new curtains!!!
So after the initial freak-out wore off, my resourcefulness kicked in. Now, I figured that I couldn't really ruin these clothes any more than what they already were... sooooo I dumped a whole bottle of bleach in and washed them all over again. TA DA!!!! Good as new!!!! There all back to normal and my garage smells like bleach!!! (my father-in-law would be so proud) Now my life can function as normal again. HA!
