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I suppose I should explain how "Greased Laundry" was chosen for the title of my blog. To do this I'll have to take you back to January of 2005:
My husband and I had gone out to get our taxes done. While we were out, our oldest daughter had come over to our house to do her laundry. When we returned home, my daughter said, "Mom, something is wrong with your laundry detergent." I assured her that nothing was wrong with it, that I had just opened it on Monday and had been using it all week. She went on to say, "...it smells funny, kind of like oil. And there's some kind of gunk in the bottom of the bottle." She asked, "You didn't notice the smell?" I somewhat defensively replied, "NO! I don't sniff my laundry detergent! Do you? I did notice that it looked a bit cloudy but it's 10 freaking degrees out in the utility room! I just figured it was semi-frozen!"
At this point my husband went out to the utility room to check the detergent out. It wasn't long before he came back in smiling. Apparently, according to him, he had emptied the used oil from the deep fryer into an empty detergent bottle last week. He said he placed the bottle next to the kitchen trash can with the intention of carrying it out later. Just how this bottled oil made its way into the utility room is still a mystery.
Yet, not believing that I had actually washed our clothes (for a week!) in used veggie oil, I asked my youngest daughter, "Honey, when you went for a walk yesterday, did the neighborhood dogs follow you?" She said no but added that when she stopped at her friends house, his dog kept "sniffing" her.
Everyone here is aware that I am domestically challenged but this screw up beat anything else I'd ever done! So by this time, we were all laughing so hard that I could barely choke out, "The dog was sniffing you 'cause you probably smelled like a damn chicken nugget!"
As with any major screw up the story didn't end there... My youngest son suffers from allergies and had been complaining about a "very itchy rash" all week. At the time he had one pair of jeans that still fit. Being a concerned mother, I was re-washing these jeans every night, in case he was coming into contact with something outside that was causing this rash. Of course, NOW I knew that it was my used veggie oil causing his rash!
You can imagine all the smart aleck remarks that I heard...something about jeans that "slid on easier", having a "washer that squeeks less than it once did" and other statements about "possible nominations for mother of the year."
You know, I just don't understand this family of mine! I would have thought that the kids would have appreciated having somewhat waterproof clothes when it next rained. And what about the fact that their faded jeans looked a newer, darker blue? Ingrates, I guess.
Anyway, that is the honest to gosh true story behind the title of my blog!
