The Tale of Two Washing Machines

Are you a pocket checker?  When it comes to doing the wash?  Well, since I am feeling worse than yesterday, and can't sleep on account of coughing my lungs up, I thought I'd sit around in my jammies this morning, sip some hot tea and tell you a story, not related to my husband's driving or my garden(s).


The same day we arrived home from this past South Carolina/Georgia trip, I put all the dirty laundry in the washing machine. 

Now lets back up to the trip home and "crabby pants."  Hubby was crabby for a few days prior to coming home, because he could not find his fitbit (small device we wear to track our steps for health reasons and part of our health insurance plan).  He has replaced his a few times, while I still have my original one, so he was stressing about having to get another one.

On the last packing of the car, I suggested he go through the pockets of all his shorts he wore, before getting in the car.  He, of course, insisted that the shorts I pointed to, were not the ones he last had his fitbit in and he shut the trunk of the car.

At home, I was not feeling up to myself, so he unloaded the washing machine and put the clothes in the basket to take outside and hang on the line.

"Hey," he said to me smiling and holding up his fitbit "thanks for finding my fitbit."

It had gone through the washing machine.

Now for the other tale.

I am realizing my kids, although far away for military, still need their Mom.  I've been busy helping both get assistance with their banking while away. 

I got a call from an unknown number, and answered it anyway.  It was my oldest Daughter.  She called to tell me that her cell phone went through the washing machine, and she could not call or text now. Although she claims her phone was suicidal and jumped into the washer on it's own, she was in a hurry to get laundry done, and simply forgot about her phone.  After not having one for 9 weeks or more, I'd forget too.

The aftermath?  Well, Hubby's fitbit did not die in the washer, it actually gained 792 steps while bouncing around in the washer (ha ha!).  Unfortunately, as for Daughter's cell phone, it was a lost cause.

Although sitting around in my jammies sounds good today, I do have to get some more vegetables blanched and put into the freezer.  I am hoping that next week I will have enough cucumbers to put up some pickles and/or relish. Right now I do not (and thankful for that this week too).

.....okay, so I may go sit on the porch in my jammies, cheetah print slippers, and haggard hair so people driving by can have something to talk about at work today.