bra update

The Baker not only bakes, he cleans, repairs, mows, shovels, and also does laundry. I know, he's amazing and we're lucky to have him in the gardens.

Last week, I left a load of laundry in the laundry room, thinking I would get it done sometime if it was closer to the washer. Yesterday morning, I realized that The Baker--okay, wait, I can't call him The Baker, even if that's the name he has given to himself. I think of him as Jack Jr.

So, anyways, Jack Jr. put my load of white clothes into the washer for me and as I was looking for some underwear for Jack, I found the load in the washer, awaiting drying. I started lifting the wet clothes out of the washer and quickly realized that something was amiss in the washer. No, it wasn't a red pen or anything like that. It was just very difficult to get the clothes out of the washer. They were all tied into one big twisty knot. As I started untwisting and unknotting the load of laundry, I saw one of my usual bra shoulder straps that, for some reason, was seriously stuck in the washer. Everytime I pulled on the strap, it seemed like I was lifting the entire washer agitator out of the machine. Eventually, I discovered the problem. My bra shoulder strap had been dropped into the washer over the top of the agitator instead of into the tub, so everything in the washer was caught up and around the bra strap and a giant towel that had wound itself around the bra strap.

When I finally got the bra strap off of the agitator, it was stretched to at least twice its normal length, but amazingly, it didn't tear.

I feel fairly certain though that it was a good thing that one of my big-girl bras didn't get dropped around the agitator, or I would be getting a new washer for Christmas instead of that new milk foamer that makes the chai tea that I love.