Shrunken Curtains and Stuck Stoppers.

I'll be the first to admit that I can be such a spaz sometimes! I'm sure if Hubs were reading this, he'd be close on-hand to second that. And if my word isn't proof enough, keep reading.

Let's start with example A:

Who in their right mind manages to get that little plastic drain plug stuck in the kitchen sink drain?

This girl.

How? Well, on the rare occasion that I find the inspiration to handwash the dishes (as opposed to putting them directly in the dishwasher) I choose to use nuclear hot water and LOT'S of dishsoap in the hopes that I would have little scrubbing to actually do on my own. La-zy. As I'm sure you can imagine, this makes for a sinkfull of bubbles. So much bubbles, in fact, that you can barely see the bottom of the sink. So there I am, elbow deep in suds, as I begin to notice that the water isn't exactly draining as quickly as normal. "Oh, there's probably something stuck in the disposal" I say outloud as I begin to run the garbage disposal. No dice. And to be honest, the disposal didn't sound right (as in, there wasn't anything in it to dispose!) And the water level is still rising.

"Hm. Where'd that little plastic drain plug disappear to? I could've sworn I placed it right here on the ledge of... the... Hmph." As I reach down into the depths of the gross, murky, dish-dirty water, I can feel the edge of the sink stopper in the drain.. but it just doesn't feel right. Why? Because it's stuck in there UPSIDE DOWN. And the pressure from the disposal caused it to lodge itself in there like nobody's business. (Mind you, the water might still be running..)

I tried yanking. And tugging. And pulling, all to no avail. I briefly thought of calling Hubs (180 miles away) and quickly realized that a) I was on my own and b) inbetween fits of laughter, he probably wouldn't be of much help anyway. As if sticking my hands in the gross, murky, dish-dirty water wasn't enough, I then had to descend the stairs to the creepy, scary, spider-ridden basement to find the needlenose pliers. (Just thinking about our basement gives me the heebie-jeebies!) For those of you who are thinking "did she at least remember to turn the faucet off?" Yes, dear blog friends. In a moment of clarity, I did remember to turn the faucet off. Whew. The pliers worked and I was able to un-stuck the sink stopper.

Moving on to example B:

I've been trying my darndest to make my sole weekday off as productive as humanly possible. I've had a couple slip-ups here and there and of course a nap, or two, on the couch with the pupster, but for the most part- I've truly been ridiculously productive. For instance, this Tuesday I woke up early, took the pup for a jog, dropped off the dry cleaning, ran to the grocery store, washed, dried AND folded a few loads of laundry AND vacuumed the entire downstairs all before noon. (Woah. I know, right?) In all of my domestic, productive glory, I thought I could go one step further and wash our duvet and masterbath shower curtain.

Go ahead, call it a little pre-emptive Spring Cleaning but I was on a roll.

Into the washing machine goes the fantastic cotton Nautica shower curtain that so nicely pulls together our classy beach themed bathroom. We're talking powder blue hues meets understated white and khaki tones. Washing right along side of our powder blue cotton duvet. No stranger to laundry, I set the water on Warm/Cold for a Normal cycle. Thirty-five minutes later, I'm tossing the articles into the dryer for a whirlaround on Cottons, Medium.

Okay, I said I was no stranger to laundry. I am, however, a stranger to reading tags. Of course, I'm notoriously picky when it comes to my delicates (JCREW, underthings, etc) but a shower curtain and bed linens? C'mon. It can't be that hard!

The duvet survived unscathed. The shower curtain? Well, it's now shy of the size of a bath towel. And not even the nice, oversized luxury bath towels. I'm talking the shower towels that play peek-a-boo with your naughty bits.

Dry-Clean Only. Seriously? It's a shower curtain, folks. Let be real.

I see a trip to Bed, Bath and Beyond in Hubs and my future this weekend... Oops!