there is no reasonable explanation for why clothes disappear. i sort them. i wash them. i dry them. and then one day, they are gone. just gone…into oblivion. into this dark place where only shirts and pants and socks and towells know exists.
i wonder if they dread the day when they too will be sucked into this vortex of dryer terror. of no return. of tumbling and tumbling and tumbling forever.
i wonder if the dryer is secretly laughing that we are so trusting of its existence.
mmmwah…ha…ha…ha.
that evil dryer. 🙂
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My mom, Granny Garns, was in total agreement with you!! Our dryer had a particularly insatiable appetite for sox!
Sure love your blog. You are a multi-talented girl! Photographer, writer, artist, interior designer, computer whiz, mom, wife, daughter-in-law, friend. . . . . and the list goes on!
Laughing my lonely little toosh off. You so foody!1