Being that I was on my last clean pair, I realized it was time. I had to face the laundry issue. It was more daunting then I was prepared for.
-I didn't know it was by hand. no, not all of it. just the undies...
Still don't know why it's by hand, actually. spoiled american.
-I didn't know how to plug the sink
You stuff a pair in the hole and just wash that pair last
-I didn't know what soap to use
There was only one kind of soap.
(in my defense, it was a bar o soap. I didn't want to risk Bleached Undies, right!)
-I didn't know how to rinse them...
there was a cloth over the spicket, which I happily removed and commensed rinsing. I quickly sprayed my only clean shirt left (which is why I was wearing it).
Sonya put the cloth back in place. Word to the wise, not a drop fell out of sync. who knew?
-The final step: the hanger. Nothing exciting here. I left them happily spinning on a circular hanger, resembling a sort of mobile. Better yet, a flat, colorful pinata.
How domestic I am becoming...
posted by jana @ 1:33 PM
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