BVD Crisis
Yup, I was down to my last pair of BVD's. I had been through the good ones last week. Earlier this week, in something of a BVD triage, I'd worn the ones that had lost their elasticity in the waistband and would have been found somewhere down about my knees in short order had not the crotch of my jeans thwarted their persistent downward march with each step I took. Today it was that expensive pair of Boxer-brand BVD's that have that elastic ban around your thigh and look so cool but feel so confining for the first 12 hours.
Something had to be done.
I could think of three options:
1. Go down to Alleghany Cares and buy some "new" ones that some dead guy no longer needed. But, alas, they are not open on Wednesdays.
2. Begin Sparky's "double use" regime in which you turn dirty ones inside out and wear them twice as long between washings. A definite possibility but it only leads to the inevitable third option.
3. Wash the dirty ones.
Now it just didn't seem like the time for Option 3. Indeed the accumulation of dirty ones in and around the laundry basket was quite small. I had already taken all there was out of the basket of clean clothes from the last time I did laundry. I checked the dryer. Empty. I have a practice to ensure an imbalance between flatland and mountain BVD's doesn't develop. All I could figure was that Murphy was secretly pilfering them and hiding them in the woods, or something.
So it was this morning that I gathered up all the dirty ones I could find (except the pair with the elastic band problem) and took them to the laundry room, opened the washing machine, and there they were, the entire collection of missing BVD's, clean as a whistle.
Crisis over.
Something had to be done.
I could think of three options:
1. Go down to Alleghany Cares and buy some "new" ones that some dead guy no longer needed. But, alas, they are not open on Wednesdays.
2. Begin Sparky's "double use" regime in which you turn dirty ones inside out and wear them twice as long between washings. A definite possibility but it only leads to the inevitable third option.
3. Wash the dirty ones.
Now it just didn't seem like the time for Option 3. Indeed the accumulation of dirty ones in and around the laundry basket was quite small. I had already taken all there was out of the basket of clean clothes from the last time I did laundry. I checked the dryer. Empty. I have a practice to ensure an imbalance between flatland and mountain BVD's doesn't develop. All I could figure was that Murphy was secretly pilfering them and hiding them in the woods, or something.
So it was this morning that I gathered up all the dirty ones I could find (except the pair with the elastic band problem) and took them to the laundry room, opened the washing machine, and there they were, the entire collection of missing BVD's, clean as a whistle.
Crisis over.
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