17 April 2008

My sister had left earlier that evening. Before she left for the airport, she decided to put two loads of laundry in. Great idea, except for the fact that we didn't exactly figure out a way for me to get the laundry back to my apartment when it was done. My laundry room is about 40 feet from my apartment door. I remembered about the laundry at about 11pm, well after I had gotten into bed, taken a Valium and prepared for the narcotics nap that I was so looking forward to.

Now picture this. I take my walker (that's right, I said walker. The kind your grandma has. I even have a little bag in the front of it so I that I can carry some things as I'm scooting along. I don't, however, have tennis balls on the bottom of my walker. I have to draw the line somewhere).

Anyway, I take what turns out to be two full loads of semi-wet laundry, tie it all up in a giant sheet (also semi-wet), and take the giant wet ball back to my apartment. For those of you keeping track, it took me a full 25 minutes to walk the 40 feet from the laundry room to my apartment. Once I managed to open the door to my place, I took the entire wet wad of clothes and threw it on the floor of my living room. I tried to spread it out a little so there would be a prayer that they would dry, but suffice it to say that I managed to cover about 800 square feet of semi-wet laundry. I would have done more (like hung some stuff up), but the Valium was kicking in and Valium wins over good housekeeping every time.