I hadn’t planned to wash bed clothes last night, but then, I don’t think my grey kitty had planned to refund her supper on the bedspread either. But, as anyone who has cats (or babies) knows, urp happens.
Earlier, when I had come back inside from getting down in the wind eddy of leaves and dust to fish kittens out from under my car, I stripped down, tossed those clothes in the washer and went to get the rest of the dirty clothes from the hamper to make up the load. That was when I discovered that a bed surface urp event had occurred.
So instead of washing one load, I ended up washing three: clothes, sheets and towels, and bedspread. I also bit the bullet and used the clothes dryer. This being Labor Day, my native bearers have the weekend off, which would have made it problematic to mount a jungle expedition into deepest darkest Backyardia in search of the lost clothes line. No. I still haven’t tackled the back yard.