Today I felt the need to blow my nose since apparently I’m not done with this fall season’s allergies. When I wandered over to the Kleenex box and grabbed the next available piece of tissue paper I had a bit of a surprise come out of the box at me. Flying through air was a Bounce sheet that was apparently stuffed into the Kleenex box. I was slightly taken aback at the sight of having an aerial assailant from the tissue box. However, since such sheets don’t have much in the way of flight longevity, it begin to flit its way down to the floor. I wandered over and picked up the would be assassin and looked at it wondering what had happened. The internal Sherlock Holmes in me managed to piece it together fairly quickly as to what did occur.
“Why did you put a Bounce sheet into the Kleenex box?” I asked Barbie.
“Uh, I didn’t” Barbie answered.
“Really? Because I’m pretty sure you were the one folding the laundry on Sunday”
“SO! That doesn’t mean that I would have put a Bounce sheet there. I mean, why would I?”
“Ok, so who did put it there? Because I’m pretty sure I saw you place them on the table”
“That doesn’t mean anything…and besides I probably thought it was a Kleenex that fell out of the box Mr. Smarty Pants.”
In unrelated news, the air I’ve been breathing all has a spring time freshness to it.
On Sunday things seemed rather uneventful at the Barbie-cave. She was going out to go visit her Nana, I was sitting around doing chores and helping my kid with his homework assignment. There just seemed to be a nice air of tranquility due to a lack of unexpected mayhem that generally leads to the creation of stories for the blog.
That lasted until Barbie came home. She asked how far I had gotten in the laundry and I told her that whites were done and one load of blacks. The second load of blacks were in the dryer and first load of colours were in the wash.
“Why?”, I asked.
“I spilt my tea on my jeans and sweater”, she replied. “I hadn’t even left the street when I spilt it all over me.”
I started snickering because the sweater, being white, is one that has been victim to a few spills in the last couple of months and I will admit that not all of them were Barbie’s fault. So downstairs she went to go spray stain remover on her sweater to try to remove the stains. While down there she decided she’d just throw her jeans in the wash since colours had just begun their cycle. The jeans came off and tossed into the machine. Barbie started rifling through the blacks looking for pants, which given that almost all her work pants are black it was a good gamble. However, I had made sure that the working clothes were washed and dried first so there was none to be found.
Panic begins to develop in Barbie as she now realizes that all she has on is her t-shirt and underwear. Do to the layout of the house the odds of her being able to get up the stairs from the basement, walk past us sitting in the main living room and then up the next set of stairs to the bedroom to get pants, were really not looking so favourably.
So she starts to dig around the articles that just came out of the dryer. She found herself a nice big towel and quickly fashioned a skirt from it. To ensure that gravity didn’t mess with her plans Barbie then took her belt that was on her jeans and fastened it around the waist. At this point she marched herself up the stairs.
Upon hitting the stairs to go up to the bedrooms I noticed the rather odd attire that was being fashioned about the house. “Trying out for a remake of Braveheart?”, I smartly asked since it looked like a kilt. Barbie then regaled us with the story of what had happened. My son and I wasted no time killing ourselves in laughter as our Barbie defiantly marched herself up the stairs to get a proper pair of pants.
I had forwarded the blog to British Barbie to let her know of her guest spot, and so she could read the whimsical on-goings of our Toronto Barbie. She loved the stories and provided even more material thus ensuring she has a regular spot on this blog site 😀
So one day our British Barbie was in a bit of a scramble in her house doing laundry and making her morning tea. Of course things never work out as planned when multi-tasking, as most of us can attest to.
On goes the kettle, out comes one load from the washing machine and into the dryer and another load into the washing machine. I should note to our readers that in Britain the laundry machines are often in the kitchen and not in a separate room like over here in North America.
Sure enough the kettle pops and in the scramble of doing all three tasks things start to crumble. British Barbie throws the two tea bags into the washing machine instead of the teapot, the detergent into the dryer instead of the washer and couldn’t find the tea bags on the counter so she put instant coffee into her cup and poured the kettle opting for a cup of joe instead.
As she started all the machines up and sat to her coffee, the dryer started smoking from the detergent powder getting into the electrical wires. She jumped up to shut the dryer down and pull the clothes out fearing that the burning smell was actually her clothes on fire. Thankfully they weren’t but she did need a repair man to come in and take about the entire machine before it could be fixed.
When the washer stopped her load of laundry, and it was a white load, came out a lovely colour of what can only be described as Tetley Tea brown.
Needless to say it was a rather expensive morning for our poor British Barbie.