Reality show: The One Where the Blankets go to the Laundromat
The truth? They weren't stacked neatly. The minivan really does look that messy when the blankets are headed out for washing day. I have to spread the piles so I can still see in the rearview mirrors.
A few token shots of the front-loading washers spinning, and it's time to load the wet blankets in the minivan again. I'm sure there's a punch line there: "Wet Blankets ruin enthusiasm for laundry!" Maybe not.
Director: Can you see how many blankets there are? Do they all fit in the baskets? Is there any water dripping? Wet feet? Come on, there must be something interesting here.
No, there isn't anything interesting involved in taking the comforters and blanket throws out of the front loading washer, folding them, and stacking them in the baskets without dragging the clean corners through the dirt. Trust me. Move along now, there's no drama here.
Director: Clothesline time! Blankets flapping in the wind on the clothesline. Classic video! Get it. What...what do you mean, you don't own a clothesline? Daisy, you're the queen of green! No clothesline?
Honestly, I don't own a clothesline. I did, however, hang La Petite's and Amigo's blankets out on the deck and on the backyard swing. They're the only family members without season allergies. The bedding that goes in the Master Bedroom goes in the dryer, or Husband (Chuck) and I would sneeze and wheeze our nights away.
Director: Oh, geez, didn't you check this out? A clothesline would be the perfect ending shot behind the show credits. I can't believe there's no clothesline.
Assistant: Sorry. I was too busy checking out her coffee mug collection. Here, we made hazelnut flavor, full caff. Want some?Stumble It!