Have you ever reached into your washing machine and grabbed a handful of clothes to pull out and stuff into the dryer only to have the clothes stop in midair as if they are terrified to leave the dark comfort of the machine, and you can’t for the life of you figure out what the heck is going on, and you are reasonably certain that there is some mysterious force involved… some cosmic event that is transpiring… that maybe the bottom of your washing machine is connected to a black hole and the other end of that handful of damp clothes is now being chewed on by some fantastic alien on a planet on the other side of the universe… or maybe in another universe all together… and then you realize that the elastic on a pair of underwear is hooked on the bottom edge of one of those agitator things that help move your laundry around to get it clean?
I would like to dedicate this post to my friend, Nurse Kelly, at; http://nursekellyknows.com/ because she says I don’t do enough writing on my blog nowadays, what with me being all caught up with doing pictures of me… and pictures of our trip to Europe… and she likes when I write… and I do try to make this an interactive blog…
Pouring My Art Out 
Washing machines are alive, they primarily live on socks but have been known to eat larger items now and then when the sock supply runs low. When they get choked on the big stuff they may vomit up a weird pink substance that looks kinda like chewing gum all over your clothes too so ya gotta be careful to be sure they get plenty of socks. (No your teenager didn’t leave gum in their jeans pocket… you just forgot the socks.
crayons are also bad…
You don’t even want to know where those sucka’s come from… ewwwwww
ha
Wait! Is this Art’s blog? Where are the pictures? Love the pictures.
I was asked to use words… and really, would a picture of me with my hand in a washing machine have added to the story… I guess if I Photoshopped a big handful of sexy lingerie in there it couldn’t have hurt… but I like to pretend this is an interactive blog…
That has happened to me even without getting the washing machines involved – like getting my pants stuck on door handles (which for some reason are always built at the same exact height as the loops on my pants that hold the belt). Today I got stuck on an arm of an armchair, and as a result of my attempt to escape, I now have a black hole in my pants.
I can’t touch that last line… I would never be able to stop…
You can talk about that line, but no touching.
…ooo000ooo…
The alien who is grabbing the laundry has recently been identified as our very own Duncan. Sock eater extraordinaire!
keep your eye on the underwear, that’s what I always say…
He’s not an underwear kind of dog. He has a foot fettish (and he was really going to town on the apparently delicious toes of a friend who was visiting us from England/Scotland/Northern Ireland. (She’s complex. Maybe that is why she has such wonderful feet! She’s been around.)
that is a lot of places to be visiting from…
‘Tis. She’s from No. Ireland, lives in England. He’s from No. Ireland, lives in Scotland. Duncan’s from England (springer spaniel) and Australia (Aussie shep). It was a confusing foot fest.
wow
‘Tis. She’s from No. Ireland, lives in England. He’s from No. Ireland, lives in Scotland. Duncan’s from England (springer spaniel) and Australia (Aussie shep). It was a confusing foot fest.
ha… I got two of these… just like feet…
Ha! Yes!!! LOVED that!!! I will take a washing machine with black holes, aliens, and underwear any day! You rock, Arthur. Yes, I like when you write.
I try to keep all of you happy…
You do a good job, too. Thanks for making me laugh 🙂
you are very welcome.