So, I'm lazy when it comes to chores. I leave dishes in the sink for weeks (especially silverware. I HATE washing silverware. And I HATE not having a dishwasher. GAH! Honestly, sometimes I only wash dishes when I know friends are coming over, or if I need like A spoon, I'll wash ONE spoon. That's how I roll...), I avoid picking up the dog's shit for weeks, sometimes months, I only mow the lawn when it's reached a potential health hazard level, and sometimes I forget about my laundry and leave it wet in the washer or dryer for days.
First off, my roommate is never around, so I have nobody to impress except myself, and that's not very hard to do - I'm easy. I don't let the house get like horders level (GROSS!), but I do slack on keeping things tidy. Anyway, my roommie (who lives with her bf about 90% of the year, but still pays rent and utils - score!) has a front loading washing machine for our house. It's cool and fancy complicated with all the buttons, but 1) I f-ing hate that I hit my knee on the stupid door all the time because I have to leave it open or else it starts to smell, EVEN after I actually remember to take the wet laundry out, and 2) it f-ing smells!! Even when I wash out the drum with "Dante's Peak" hot springs from hell level hot water and like a gallon's worth of bleach. I'm constantly washing and rewashing my towels because I can't stand stepping out of a nice hot shower, all clean and smelling yummy, and then drying off with a towel that smells like ass. The dog loves it, but the dog is a freak like that. And when that happens I feel the urge to immediately jump back in the shower to get rid of the smell that is now ALL OVER ME. For some reason this doesn't happen with my clothes, though. Just the towels... hmmm.
My friend Sydney and I had a sort-of conversation about this today:
Syd: Why would anyone buy hot pink towels?
me: Uh, because. Maybe they were on sale and gorgeous. Or their old towels were smelly. I hate smelly towels.
Syd: Don't you wash them?
me: Well of course I wash them, but it doesn't matter. My washing machine smells like ass. So then so do my towels.
Syd: Do you wash a lot of ass?
me: Obviously. Otherwise it wouldn't smell like ass. Maybe I should just buy new towels. Pink ones.
Syd: Or a new washer...
me: Yeah.
I'm still undecided on the towels vs. washing machine purchase. Although both would be awesome, there's not really enough room in the laundry room for TWO washing machines...
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