Don't worry. I will still be wearing clothes. At least as much as I currently do. No, I am talking about smelly clothes. Becky and I have endured our clothes smelling anywhere from tolerable to down right nasty...like moldy poop. I have never smelled moldy poop, but I have smelled its annoying uncle, aka my clothes.
Well, it only took half a year for Becky and I to problem solve that the problem might just be the washers that our maid was using as they are probably a hundred years old, never cleaned and used by everyone in our full on Thai neighborhood. At any rate, this last weekend I finally had enough...thats right, I opened the tight as a pickle jar fold of leather that is my wallet. Cheapness has its limits, and mine is apparently smelling like a hobo. My ridiculous lack of a haircut combined with the smell was making people wonder what kind of a wife Becky is to let me out in public like that.
So without further ado, I would like to introduce the blog followers (Mom, Mom2, and uh...me) to our brand spanking new washing machine. If this doesn't work, I'm leaving Thailand!!!!!
you have four followers including me. i still think you smell.
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