It happened on a dark, dreary night…laundry night.
Okay, it wasn’t really a dreary night, just laundry night. But you have to admit, laundry night is its own kind of dreary.
Everything was going along as usual, move one load to the dryer, put another load into the washer. I was folding my first load out of the dryer when it happened. I wasn’t looking for trouble, but hey, laundry can be trouble all by itself. Continue reading “The Irrational Mystery”
