My MiL not only uses a clean towel and washcloth each time she showers, she also needs a clean bath mat.
We have a fancy throw rug in the bathroom, so Tim puts a towel down on it for when he gets out of the shower, which I refer to as the "foot towel." (Sometimes it's actually a bath mat, depending on what batch of towels & such is clean.) And he asked me why I would put my wet feet all over the throw rug, and I gave him a totally blank look, because I go into yogic contortions to dry my feet while standing in the tub and then step directly into my flip flops. It never occurred to me to use a foot towel/bath mat, even though he does. I thought the foot towel was something special he used because he has toenail fungus. (No lie.)
This is yet one more way in which I have ZERO common sense.
My mom washing everything every time. She has about 5,000 bras. And always uses a new towel. And she hates doing laundry.
And we all wear jeans till they get grungy or too stretched out.
I sometimes feel ashamed of how long I wear my jeans. If the dog starts licking them, I know it's time for the washing machine.
At 7pm my darling son, whom I love and therefore did not kill, said to me, "Mom, it looks like you need to do some laundry. The basket is full."
Haaaa. It's a good thing they're cute when they're young.
Due to the temperature actually being nice, there has been an explosion of tree pollen, to which I am pretty allergic. I feel crappy and phlegmy and gummy, so I worked from bed for a couple of hours this morning. They're doing construction on my building, though, so during the day the noise level is AWFUL. I dragged myself into work for lunch and meetings, and now people actually want me to do stuff. How dare they.
Sorry about the house, flea. What a bummer.
I'm in a good mood, so I don't think I'm gonna follow the head-explody link.
I'm in a good mood because I took a vacation day today. I discovered that I'd lost my SS card, so I figured I'd go to the local office to replace it. Their hours are 9-3, M-F. Convenient, eh? Anyway, I decided since I'd be spending an unknown amount of time there this morning, I might as well just take the day. It only took an hour so I took myself out to lunch, visited a meadery, and picked up a bunch of plants for the flower beds and hanging baskets. I'm gonna wait until 4 to plant them, as it's unreasonably hot here today. There's something delicious about lounging about reading novels at 3 pm on a workday.
I won't tell you how long I use a towel for...
I used to use a bath mat, but Oz kept peeing on it.
Flea, I am sorry about the house. I am actively wishng for the financing to fall through on the other offer.
I use a towel for about a week, unless it seems to smell funky sooner. Tim switches out about halfway through the week. (We have plenty of towels -- though not enough for both us us to use a fresh towel every day -- but I have this habit of washing the towels and putting them right back on the racks I took them from when they come out of the dryer. I need to rotate in some new towels. Literally new, since we got towels for the wedding.) (I sometimes worry I'm turning into Howard Hughes in his later years, although I don't collect my pee in jars.) (YET.)
Ooh, that sounds nice, Calli! Well done.
