So I let myself get to the point where if I didn’t do laundry I’d be wearing either dirty or no underwear. Not my favorite position to be in, not to mention a difficult choice. Luckily I had the necessary 2 loonies and 6 quarters to do a load.So I put a fairly large load of laundry in and set it. An hour or so later when I go to switch it to the drier I notice that the load hasn’t spun and all of my clothes are right soaked. I ring them out as best I can and transfer them to the drier. I assume that everything will just work itself out in there.

At 11 when I am getting ready for bed I remember my underwearless situation and that I was in the process of doing laundry. So I head back to the laundry room to reclaim my now clean underpants. Sadly, the drier has failed me and my clothes are still soaking wet. Lacking the time and quarters to attempt a second round with the drier I opt to scatter my laundry about the apartment and assume that it will dry by morning.

I get up, walk the dogs and am about to feed them when I notice the laundry scattered about and remember my predicament. I check the nearest pair of underpants…. soaked. I check several more pairs of underpants. Soaked. Lacking time, options and quarters I resort to desperation as the thought of having to wear wet underwear is highly unappealing. I crank the oven up to 150 and lay some underpants on the rack. Then I go shower.

Seems like a pretty stupid thing to do doesn’t it? Well it worked so lay off. I’m actually thinking of using the oven instead of a drier for now on because:

a) it works, and

b) it’s free

Then again maybe not, as I can only dry 2 items at a time. For $1.75 I’ll just use the drier, assuming that loading it with a giant soaking load of clothes didn’t burn out the motor. I’m pretty sure I broke the washer because when I was done the bottom of the wash basin was full of water. I don’t think that’s supposed to happen.

Also, not that anyone but me cares, last night I played a rumble pit game of Halo 2 and won. Not that impressive but my next nearest opponent (there were 7 of them) only had 19 kills to my 25. I owned those dudes. Then I realized that out of 8 nerds, I was the clear victor by a large margin. It’s a hard pill to swallow when you realize you’re the biggest nerd in a room full of nerds. Actually, I’m pretty sure it’s a suppository.