I have been putting this off for way longer than I’d like to admit. But, the time has come. Once you notice that the socks that you’ve worn more times than you can remember have become a rock-like solid, it’s time to take a trip up to the old laundry room.
Crazy stuff goes down up there. One time I found an old turkey sandwich in one of the dryers. Ok, that was a lie. But I still don’t like it.
Wish me luck.