If Kitten could dial the phone, I think she would get herself a ride out of here. She was left alone with my husband yesterday while I attended a tutoring conference. When I got home last night, my husband bragged about how much house cleaning he did while I was gone, and he decided to tell me about the really funny thing that happened. Seriously, he thought it was so funny he re-told the story to me this morning. While he was laughing (and I was staring at him, horrified), I interrupted to tell him if he told me the story one more time he was going to be fatally injured (by me) because it was NOT funny.
Does she look okay to you? She is kinda clingy today, but I think she is okay.
Here is what happened. Husband-person took a load of laundry out of the dryer, carried it to the bedroom to fold, went back to the dryer, threw wet clothes in, and turned it on. As he was walking away, he thought something was wrong with the dryer's motor because it was going (well, the imitated sound is atrocious and he laughs when he does it-so freaking hideous!). My beautiful sweet angel baby loving one-eyed love-bug Kitten was IN THE DRYER--the g-damn GAS dryer. Anyone willing to give her a better home now? Oh, thank God she is okay as far as I can tell physically speaking. Who knows what additional emotional damage has been done. So he (incompetent house-husband person) is NOT allowed to laugh about it! EVER!I want to mention this book. Not because it is wonderful to read. It isn't. It is unlike Rick Bragg's other books, but because it tells about cotton mill workers, and I think quilters should have an acquaintance with the origins of the fabric we love and the historical human toll of producing it. (No kittens were harmed during the reading of this book.)