A laundry accident

[mysid]

Our washer and dryer are located in a short hallway between our kitchen and garage. Thus, the dryer is an excellent catch-all place for things I carry into the house or simply want to get off the kitchen table. The pile on top often reaches Everest-like proportions. This evening I opened the top of the washer to remove a load of clean laundry only to discover tiny bits of soggy paper scattered throughout the clothes and enough semi-intact pages to realize that a book--my favorite book--had slipped off the mountaintop into the washer.

I spent the next hour picking tiny bits of paper off the clothes (the sweaters were most tenacious) while mourning my book. I'm now rewashing the clothes and hoping that I won't need to rewash them twice.

The only bright spot in all this was that I owned two copies of The Charioteer, and it was the more easily replaced copy that met a watery end.

Now I have to go demolish Mr. Everest before my husband gets home. He's often chided me about piling stuff up there, so I want to demolish the mountain to prevent him pointing to it and saying, "I told you so." Hate it when he's right.

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[elfscribe5.livejournal.com]

Total bummer, mysid. Sorry to hear of your book's demise. Course you don't need, "I told you so," added to it. I hear the sound of laundry spinning.