Seriously, I just need to accept my absent-mindedness and kooky situations I can't seem to avoid getting into. I wanted to wash my down comforter, which after a non-fun mishap Friday night I discovered would not fit in my washer. So off to the laundromat I went this morning. Wallet in hand and keys in pocket, I toted the blanket in, made some change, and stuffed the blanket into a washer, poured in the soap and proceeded to leave it be while I ran to the store. Wait. Where's the wallet? Stomach drop and flash of panic later, not to mention a frantic run around the laundromat, it dawns on me, what if it's in the washer? Good grief. Only me, right? I open the lid, but it's full of water and soap and oh yeah, giant wet down comforter! I don't see anything, and realize I have to sit out the cycle to meet my fate. A tense 18 minutes later, I pull out the blanket only to have my wallet plop out in a splash. On the bright side, it's a cloth wallet, so it got a lovely wash out of the deal and no leather was ruined. However, there were plenty of receipts, and a lotto ticket, some stamps and movie tickets that really didn't need to get wet and gross. They're currently drying all over my kitchen table...let's hope they survived the spin cycle.
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