The parents will arrive soon for their first visit to our house. I wanted to wash some sheets this morning, but Saturday morning is apparently when the neighborhood’s mothers all do the family laundry at our corner laundromat that has three broken washers. They take up all the working machines and talk about childbirth.
I came home and almost called a girl in Lindonville, wherever that is, who’s moving today and selling her washer and dryer on craigslist for $100. She was nice enough to post a picture of the tear in the lint filter.
I feel so suburban middle class right now because of how much it bothers me not being able to do a load of linens so that my parents don’t realize we only have one bathmat and all the hand towels are dirty.
At the moment, we’re using a Terrible Towel in the bathroom.