- Bathroom Musings -
( 2 Heads - Coleman Hell)
So, there are these laundry crystals that you can toss into a load of wash and it makes your stuff smell even nicer than it usually does with just detergent. We used to use some made by a candle company because they had a really great smell, but that company went out of business, so we switched to another brand.
This morning, I started a load of bed linens and threw my usual cap of crystals into the machine before I started things and walked away. I didn't really give it a thought until about 45 minutes later.
I'm sitting here in my home office on the second floor, happily explaining to a co-worker how Powerpoint presentations enable laziness, and that's when several things hit me in rapid succession:
1. I can smell my laundry. A LOT.
2. I never really read the instructions on the new crystals and just assumed that a capful was an acceptable dose.
3. The main level of my house might be completely flooded by pleasant-smelling soap suds.
I'm torn now, because if I get up out of my chair and go check, I could find a disaster and then have to deal with it instead of sitting up here in Schrodinger's office. Indeed, I could wait here all day until Kim gets home, wait for the screams, and then leap out of my chair, run downstairs and exclaim, "What did you DO?!"
That would make the situation better, right?
So, there are these laundry crystals that you can toss into a load of wash and it makes your stuff smell even nicer than it usually does with just detergent. We used to use some made by a candle company because they had a really great smell, but that company went out of business, so we switched to another brand.
This morning, I started a load of bed linens and threw my usual cap of crystals into the machine before I started things and walked away. I didn't really give it a thought until about 45 minutes later.
I'm sitting here in my home office on the second floor, happily explaining to a co-worker how Powerpoint presentations enable laziness, and that's when several things hit me in rapid succession:
1. I can smell my laundry. A LOT.
2. I never really read the instructions on the new crystals and just assumed that a capful was an acceptable dose.
3. The main level of my house might be completely flooded by pleasant-smelling soap suds.
I'm torn now, because if I get up out of my chair and go check, I could find a disaster and then have to deal with it instead of sitting up here in Schrodinger's office. Indeed, I could wait here all day until Kim gets home, wait for the screams, and then leap out of my chair, run downstairs and exclaim, "What did you DO?!"
That would make the situation better, right?
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