I was going to write my blog yesterday but instead I dealt with an explosion of tissue lint in the washer and dryer. That is when I realized I too (like everyone else in today's world) could have MY OWN CONSPIRACY THEORY!
While I was shaking, rubbing, and cursing the idiot (me) who left numerous tissues in a blouse pocket, I could hear those little tissue voices plotting and laughing: "Bury yourself down deep--she'll never see you, Chortle, Chortle!"
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Tootsie Inspecting the Lint! (A picture of just lint is Boring!)
The only difficulty with claiming MY OWN CONSPIRACY THEORY is that it seems to be widely shared. Turns out there are many folks obsessed with this problem. Suggestions ranged from soaking the laundry in hot water or in aspirin dissolved in water (what!) to using dryer sheets in the dryer (not perfect) to getting out the old tape and sticking it on the lint.
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And Google Lost Socks Conspiracy for some great thoughts: for instance, lost socks turn into Tupperware lids, the lint in the dryer trap is actually cremated sock remains, and the dryer steals your socks to free house elves (Huh?). Anyway, there were some great cartoons:
I could go on with knives that nick, toilets that go berserk right before house guests arrive, vacuum cleaners that seem to clog every five minutes, computers and printers (don't get me started!), hangers that want to hang CLOSELY together, but that is only today's beef!
I do feel much better!
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