How is my day going, you ask? I know I heard someone out there ask that question. It was going pretty well until I got home. I even had an appointment earlier this afternoon to get my hair done with my friend, Ashley Nicole Tatum (Everett, to the ones of us who know her) and I left her shop looking pretty spiffy if I do say so myself! .... But after reading this, even she will have to admit that underneath the bleached and colored hair of mine lay deep blonde roots! You see, I had it on my mind to wash a load of whites using bleach as soon as I got home. So as I get out of the car I see my bleach jug over near the bar-b-que grill. (Seriously folks, this SHOULD have been my first clue ... But I missed it altogether, because I left the bleach jug on the back porch next to the washing machine.) Well, we all know I live with Mr. Retired, so I figured he borrowed some bleach cleaning the boat or something and left it out there .... so it didnt surprise me when it was half empty. Anyway, I brought the bleach jug (I know it IS my bleach jug because its clearly marked Bleach from the factory) and put it back where it belongs beside the washing machine. I put the liquid laundry detergent in the machine while the water fills up the tub and take the cap off of my bleach jug and pour in about a cup worth. I notice the color is a little off but I read the label and it says 33% more concentrated so it didnt concern me too much. I replace the cap. Reach over and get the pile of whites and stuff them into the machine and as I go to close the lid the smell hits me. I immediately think to my self Oh No!!!!!! I quickly turn the machine to spin to get the stuff outta there ASAP and then take the cap off of the jug (which is obviously no longer bleach) and ding dang it all to blue blazes it is some form of gasoline mixture. (Do you mix gas and oil for mens yard toys?) because that is exactly what it now looks and smells like in my bleach jug!! I am now watching the washing machine like a hawk praying that spinning out this mixture does not tear up the pump and/or catch anything on fire! I kid you not, while the machine is spinning the power blinks off to the whole house and comes right back on while Im holding my breath that I wont have to buy a new washer! At this point I could case less about the clothes in the machine. After the clothes spin dry, I decide that it couldnt hurt to wash them with detergent and real bleach. How do I Know this jug is real bleach, you ask? Because unlike the last jug, This jug has the plastic peal off top under the cap similar to a bottle of ketchup .... And because it smells like real bleach!!!! I pour a quart of bleach in with this small load of whites, two caps of liquid detergent and turn the machine on to wash the largest load it will accommodate. So far, the machine is still running. The whites in it belong to Mr. Retired and Im doubtful that they will survive to be worn again, but then again, if they finish washing and dont smell like gasoline Im debating wether to go ahead and dry them and never say a word to him about the error. However, when he wears the tee shirts or under britches and they give him a rash - I might just have to confess. I say might because really this IS his fault. See, if he had labeled the jug properly when he used all my bleach and put some other concoction in it - this never would have happened. So, how was YOUR day?
Posted on: Thu, 09 Oct 2014 22:45:27 +0000
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