Saturday was a productive day. I got the house fairly clean, we had lunch with the Kolliparas, and I did load after load of laundry. For the final load, I had a handful of kitchen towels and asked Lloyd to go get the two bath towels from the hamper upstairs. I was going to just wash them all together with a splash of bleach. They weren’t all white towels, but I was just after the germ-killing power.
We each threw our armfuls in the washer, I started it up, and went about my evening. (Catching up on Hulu.com shows.)
Um, there was a blue sweater in with the towels.
Here are the kitchen towels with a white sheet for comparison.
Dang it, Lloyd! Didn’t he know that this is the sweater I have left in the bottom of the hamper for weeks and weeks because it needs to be washed with similar items, and we are not going to have any similar items until next fall?? Sheesh. It’s not rocket science.