I shrink, therefore I am.

One of my most favorite things to do is wash laundry.

Ok, not really... But it's something I do every single day. Somehow between the 4 of us (Owen's laundry is done separate) we manage to dirty up an entire large load of clothes in a single day. And Kade's only here part time.

As often as I do laundry, I'm still not very good at it. I pretty much suck at folding clothes... I still have trouble telling the difference between Steve's and Aaron's jeans... I forget to throw a fabric softener sheet in the dryer at least twice a week... I've caught myself hanging Steve's clothes in MY closet (don't ask?) I've ran the water and detergent only to realize I never put the clothes in... I have had to wash the same load twice because I couldn't remember if I added the detergent or not... and I don't check pockets.

Checking pockets really is a must. I am constantly washing things that should not be washed in the washing machine, with clothes. I've washed mechanical pencils and ink pens (I've got stains to prove that), lighters, chap stick, dollar bills, and oodles of change... But the most surprising yet?

A pack of cigarettes.

The other night, Steve was getting ready to leave for work, and was frantically looking for his brand new pack of cigarettes. He ran out of time looking, so he gave up and bought more before work. I of course told him that he could save himself the trouble and just quit smoking... but he didn't like that idea.
The next day I was doing laundry (of course) and when I went to switch the load over to the dryer - I found his missing pack of cigarettes... In the bottom of the washing machine...

How in the heck I put a pair of jeans in the wash with a full pack in the pocket without realizing it is beyond me... I'm going to blame it on the lack of sleep.

Their plastic seal was still completely unbroken. I opened them up, and they were still dry... They also still stunk just like cigarettes. I assumed they were okay, so I put them on the nightstand for him to find when he woke up later in the afternoon.

I was secretly hoping that they would taste like laundry detergent and the taste would be disgusting enough to make him quit cold turkey, but apparently they were fine... He smoked them, no complaints.

Of course, knowing me, this was probably one of those times I forgot to put the laundry detergent to begin with... Go figure!