I mean the title of this post quite literally. At 4:30 this afternoon, I aired my dirty laundry. If you want to know why, I should back up a few hours…
I had a fantastic lunch with my friend Britte-Catherine. (I had a grilled chicken, avocado and salsa sandwich on 7-grain bread, in case you wanted to know.) Afterwards, we spent a few minutes sniffing lovely lotions and shampoos in the drug store (yes, I’m a girl), until I accidentally squirted one up my nose, after which everything smelled like jasmine and cocoa hand cream (but now I have a very soft nostril, in case you wanted to know.)
While Britte-Catherine was still sniffing, I realized we were close to the flower market, and since I cleaned my apartment yesterday, all my tabletops were looking bare and neglected without their towers of books and lacy coating of dust. I also have a great moldible/flexible plastic vase that has been sad and empty for quite some time. Putting all these things together in my mind, (while trying to discreetly empty my nose of lotion – unsuccessfully, in case you wanted to know), I thought it would be a great idea to pick up some fresh cut flowers on the way home.
I bought a gorgeous bunch of red and orange orchidy kind of looking things and carefully unwrapped them when I got back to my apartment. I pulled out my vase and cheerfully arranged the flowers in it. However, they wouldn’t all fit, so I just arranged a few and put them on my bedroom dresser. I turned my back for a moment, and when I looked again, the vase had toppled over and soaked the cat’s carpet covered scratching post, so I spent 20 minutes scrubbing the hairy thing dry.
When I was finished, I tried again – but with fewer flowers in the vase. It looked sturdy, so I came out here to tell you all about my pretty flowers. Moments later, I heard the unmistakable sound of pouring water…the vase had toppled again. This time, it spewed all its water directly into my laundry hamper. Muttering under my breath, I hauled out my soaking dirty laundry and started hanging it up on the drying rack. I felt a little ridiculous pinning up dirty clothes.
Since I’ve had the vase for a long time, and have always liked it, and since the flowers are quite new, and I don’t know them very well at all, I have naturally blamed the flowers for both disasters. As a result, the whole lot of them are now sitting ignominiously in my mop bucket.
Eventually, I’ll forgive them, and go find them a bigger vase.
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