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So I tend to do most of the laundry for Brother and myself. I’m home most of the day and have time to do it, and it’s the one chore that I really don’t mind. I mean, if I get behind then Brother will do his own, but generally speaking I try to keep up on it. I figure it’s one way that I can give back to him for all the times he’s helped me out this last year.

So the other day I’m minding my own business, getting ready to fold laundry and all that, when I go to open the dryer door. To my surprise, a small projectile comes flying out at my face, inciting a minor panic attack.

I had no idea what had just happened, until I finally saw the grievous offender when it rolled to a stop:

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That’s right. The end of one of my brother’s sweatshirts had gotten caught in the door of the dryer and when I opened the darn thing, it shot out at me like a mini bullet. I’m pretty sure I jumped a full foot off the ground:

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As I relayed this story to Brother when he came home, he started laughing so hard he couldn’t speak for several seconds. Turns out he had already known this little bugger was about to come off his sweatshirt because the other side had already done so.

“It wouldn’t be so funny,” he said between laughs, “except that it belongs to my Punisher sweatshirt.”

So…apparently I offended the Punisher sweatshirt and it decided that retribution was needed.

I’m not sure what I did to bring about such open hostility, but clearly I did SOMEthing wrong. Needless to say, I will be more cautious when taking out loads of laundry henceforth. Because deep down, I have this feeling that the sweatshirt will always be watching…waiting…until just the right moment comes again….

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Who knew that such mundane activities could be so incredibly dangerous? It’s enough to make one want to live in a bubble.

Fortunately, I am still a brave person and am willing to traverse the perilous crossroads for the sake of clean socks. After all, one still has a sense of dignity to maintain.

Despite what certain sweatshirts might think.

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Soooo…I wrote this blog post last week, thinking that I would have plenty of time to post it. Then Life came around and said, “Ha. Ha. No.” All that to say that this is a *teensy* bit outdated, as I’ve now watched Frozen, etc. Still, can’t waste a good blog post when I went to the trouble of writing it in the first place, right? Without further ado, I bring you last week:

March 18th, 2014
My family takes pity on me when Husband is out of town, because they all know that I hate to cook. No, really. I despise it with a passion. I can cook. I know the basics. I just don’t like it. Thus both my parents and my grandmother offered to have me over this week to share in their evening meals. (I think they all know that I’ll just consist on popcorn and turkey sandwiches when left to my own devices. Heck, that’s why I married a guy who can cook.)

I’m happy because not only do I not have to worry about food, but I get to spend time with my awesome family. Plus, I finally get to see Frozen when I’m over at Mom and Dad’s. Yes, I am the adult who watches animated films just because I like them. I have no children to use as an excuse, so I just own up to it. I like cartoons and I cannot lie. I think I’m pretty much the only person left on the planet who hasn’t seen this movie, and I have yet to hear a bad thing about it. That’s pretty darn impressive, if I do say so. (DO NOT SPOIL ANYTHING FOR ME OR I WILL SMITE YOU.)

However, my real goal this week is to get the office ready for Husband. I’m a total slacker when it comes to organization, and I’m happy to admit it. Husband is the neat freak of this Odd Couple. I decided that I could make good use of this time and get the office all organized and super shiny for him. I even have an awesome friend who has agreed to help me. (Part of me is happy for the help, and part of me is rather embarrassed that she has to see my office in its current state. Which is a great pile of poo.)

Still, beggars can’t be choosers and I sucketh when it comes to this stuff. It’s why my idea of “organizing” is heaping piles of crap into various mounds, where I know what’s in it but no one else does. Yup. Works for me. I can organize a computer like you wouldn’t believe, my books are all in alphabetical order according to author last name and my music is arranged by category and artist. But paper? Bleh.

So…yeah. If I meet you and you have mad organizational skillz, watch it. Because I’ll probably draft you into some project that I can’t manage on my own.

EDIT TO ADD: Because I know you’re in total suspense, the office DID get organized (thanks to my awesome friend!) and Husband loved it. Epic win.

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