Laundry

As I walk about the house continuing to do my daily chores, I smell that wonderfully, clear smell of rubber. Then I head toward the 9 year old washer whom is most guilty of that smell from time to time. Usually when I am guilty of expecting more of it than any washer should be expected to wash. But with the sick germs flying... So I get to the washer and sure enough, it was not able to completely ring out the water from the load. So I figure I will toss some of the wet load into a basket and see if the belt can handle a small load at a time. I open the dryer (not sure what I was to accomplish by opening the washer's companion). But I open it to find that my laundry helper, Kamden, had been here only moments before I. Always puts a smile on my face.