Life is hard when your away from home

Wow. The other day, I thought I finally grew up. I have a new google talk account, and a brand new blog, things I promised to do a few months ago. Here I think I am flying pretty high then, Bam! Dead! No, I didn't go through any green light. I did laundry. I still can't live without my momma.

Every time I throw clothes in the wash, I always check my pockets and never find anything. Later, various artifacts are found ruined on the bottom of the laundry tub. Usually it is yet another half empty listerine strip package or chapstick, the effects of which are usually slightly minty clothes. This time, things were different. It was a chapstick again, but the substance was apparently more volatile than the previous brews. I got this particular one off of some Verizon chick working out of the back of a Hummer at Oktoberfest. It smelled like vicks vapor rub and made my lips turn grey. But, I used it because it was free. I didn't know it would cost me most of the dark laundry from my wardrobe. While no single piece of clothing took a direct hit, five shirts and two of my favorite pants took 1d3 splatter damage. They all servived yet did not escape unscathed.