I'm Putting Up A Red Velvet Rope Outside The Laundry Room Door

My laundry room is alive, I'm convinced of it...

My house is nearly 30 years old and the fact that I actually have a laundry room is great. Growing up, our washer was on the back porch and we had a clothes line...so I'm definately grateful for the indoor convenience...

...but my laundry room is alive (did I mention that already?) Well, not the actual room itself, but I know there are some little creatures that have made themselves at home among my Maytag and Bounce dryer sheets...

It has to be them...how else can I explain the fact that sometimes when I go into my laundry room, there's evidence of some kind of shindig going on that I wasn't invited too (not that I want to be).

For instance, what I witnessed this morning...

Clothes are all over the place, the washer and dryer are slightly skewed from the wall, like they've been taken out of a joy ride, detergent and bleach bottles are knocked over, and dirty towels everywhere that seem to out number the actual number of people who live in our home, 4 to 1.

Somebody had a party in there and didn't bother to leave a tip for the maid (that would be me).

It just has to be some kind of elf or gremlin or maybe even a fairy (although fairies seem to be very neat and tidy).

Because I know my kids wouldn't do something like that...they wouldn't leave the laundry room looking like the morning after a New Year Eve's party...

well, now, when I think about it, I have seen the inside of their bedrooms recently...maybe they might have...hmmm...

naw...they wouldn't do that...has to be a gremlin living in there...

Comments

Barb said…
You crack me up! I once had a rat that was coming in to my laundry room, and carrying away some of my laundry! I kept realizing that I was missing some "strategic" pieces of laundry. Behind the door, I found the missing pieces and on top of the dryer, early one morning, the rat and I had our first confrontation. This was a REAL RAT...I'm talking big as a cat. I've noticed here where we live people call "mice" rats. Folks, a mouse is a mouse and a RAT IS A RAT! BIG DIFFERENCE!
Needless to say, the mystery was finally solved, my laundry rewashed and put away and the rat went to rat heaven not long after.
He was doing some major moving stuff around in there....maybe you have a rat!!!!!!!!!????? Be on the lookout!