In Praise of the Common Washing Machine
Standing strong and angular
You accept without complaint
The vomit-laden sheets.
Sparing me the dry heaves
That hand washing
Would surely bring.
The stomach flu is no match
For the strength of your
Mighty agitator.
Oh Washing Machine, I love you
Most dearly when my daughter
Hurls at 5 AM.
posted by Cyn @ 9:32 AM
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1 Comments:
I would have needed a week's worth of Inquirer to cover up this episode. Plus, I think if left alone the smell might have tainted the house to the point where we would have had to burn it down.
My husband was kind enough to strip the bed and rinse off most of the chunks before he left for work.
Still, it took three laundry loads to erase the evidence. But the lovely memory lingers...
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