Monty Python's "Meaning Of Life". Anyone? Anyone??
Irrelevant to the story anyway.
I'm going to walk you through an experience I had recently while doing laundry. You know how you dread the children accidentally leaving crayons or markers in their pockets on laundry day? Or perhaps you've left gum several times in your pockets and never seem to learn your lesson? Here's a new and perhaps more frightening experience.
I was removing the wet clothes from the washer into the dryer, little piles at a time. Suddenly, I saw it. My eyes got big and the only noise I could hear was coming out of my mouth, "Noooooooooo. No. No. Oh god...no."
Fish Oil Capsule from when I'd planned on taking my daily vitamins? Yes!!! Ding! Ding! Ding!
The capsule was swollen and very, very empty of its contents. I slowly lifted the damp clothing in my hands and brought them to my face to inhale what I anticipated was going to be the scent of garbagy-stinkiness along with Downy freshness. I could feel the slight lump in my throat when I looked down and saw a second capsule and simply knew, my favorite clothes would probably have to be burned. But wait!! I didn't smell the fish oil. I grabbed another handful...nothing. Anyone who takes fish oil capsules knows how good they are for you, but also the unpleasant smell of the pill. All I smelled was Downy. Downy, Downy, Downy...I LOVE DOWNY!!!
Clothes saved and no tears! But I saved the capsule as a reminder to be sure to have my head pulled out of my ass before washing anymore clothes.
However...that is not the end of our story.
After some time had gone by, I did discover one casualty of the fish oil capsule debacle. One of Farrah's long sleeve white tee shirts. It took one (or two) for the whole team. Thank you, Farrah's shirt. May you burn brightly out in a garbage field somewhere far from my home. You smell awful.