Well I washed my comforter today. I was talking about it to steve, trying
to decide exactly the best way, and steve is holding this stuffed Puffin
he has.
A puffin is like a penguin, but not.
Anyway he has this stuffed
puffin and its really dirty, so I say "lets wash chandler" (thats his
name) and steve says "in the waashing machine???" and I say "yeah that
would be soooo fun" and steve says "maybe at like 3am, I am not going down
there now to wash my stuffed puffin" and I say "ok, I'll do it" and steve
says, after much convincing, "ok, I'll go with you".
So we take my
comforter and chandler down to the basement, and I put my comfortor in the
HUGE machine, and steve puts chandler in a normal machine, and yahooo!!
Chandler is swimming!!!! Go chandler go!!!!!! He got REALLY clean. We kept
stoping the machine and pulling him out, and laughing and laughing. Go
Chandler Go!!!!!! Some of the girls down there were looking at us a bit
wierd, but oh well.
So then Spin cycle starts, and chandler is wizzzing
around and around and steve and I are holding the top open watching him
and we are laughing and laughing. Go chandler GO!!!!!!!!
So after he is
spun dry, the real fun started, cuz we put him in the dryer, just him,
(and a dryer sheet) and so then he is tumbling around and around and we
are screaming "He's FLYING!!! CHANDLER IS FLYING!!! GO CHANDLER GO!!!!!!
FLY FAT ASS, FLY!!!!" and so we sit down in the basement for 40 minutes
watching chandler go around and around in the dryer. He got really clean
and he smells nice too. oh yeah and we washed my comfortor.
