Bush Babe made the most incredible claim.
"I actually boasted publicly that for a brief couple of hours, NOT ONE THING was dirty in my house... laundry, I mean. And if THAT ain't worth twittering, my dear feathered friends, then NOTHING is!"
Just reading those words gave me a little thrill. Imagine it, people. Not one piece of dirty laundry in the whole house. This thing has never happened to me before. Not ever. I mean, through the years, there have been lots of times I thought I was done with laundry. But there was always a baby to spit up (or worse). Or when they got older, there was always someone coming in with a gym bag, or dropping some work clothes down the chute. Sometimes it was simply a matter of opening a bedroom door and finding another two bushels of laundry. But it was never, never done.
So, Bush Babe, you have achieved something that most of us only aspire to. I don't know how you'd celebrate something like that, really. (Although, I know it shouldn't involve changing clothes.) Somehow you have managed to find favor with the great laundry god. I actually see him as not so much a deity as much as a troublesome imp who visits every house in the world every day (what?!!!! Santa does it..) leaving mounds of dirty laundry behind. He also is known for swiping socks leaving you with a handful of socks with no mates (you've always wondered, haven't you...) If you are having trouble with your washer or dryer, you know that he's been there and gone. He's also known for casting a cloud across the mind so that you forget, sometimes to switch the laundry from the washer to the dryer. Mysterious stains. Things left in pockets. Small annoyances, but don't underestimate his power. When you've really aggravated him, he's capable of things like porcupines in the washer.
The worst part is that he is a capricious and temperamental thing, and you can find yourself on his bad side and never completely understand what you have done wrong. Yet somehow, somehow, Bush Babe found favor.
*stares in awe*
BB? Really. We all wait with worms on our tongues. (Bated breath) What was the offering that so pleased the great laundry god that he allowed you to be done with laundry?