I Have Blue Balls
Friday, April 23rd, 2010Posted on Friday
Yup, that’s my profound thought for the week.
I have balls. And they’re blue, too.
*pause for the men to hastily clear the room*
Not only that, but I love my blue balls.
Well, YES, I’m talking laundry. Aren’t you?
Behold the Spiky Blue Balls in all their Glory!
Thing is, I can’t have anything to do with scented dryer sheets. Those things make me sick in the cupboard, on the clothes in the closet, and on the very air in the neighborhood when someone else is using them. I hate them. I hate having my decently clean air polluted by them. And I don’t want those chemicals near me or my dogs.
BLEAGH.
(Not that I feel strongly about it or anything.)
So for lo these many years, I haven’t messed with clothes softening. I use unscented products, and I use natural fibers that don’t tend toward static cling. I didn’t really feel as though I was missing anything, either. And when someone recently suggested these dryer balls to me, I was all, “Eh. Whatever.”
But then the dryer balls arrived in my house.
Oooooh.
Hey, they work! They don’t stink! They make things fluffier and softer (but don’t talk to me about static). Plus they add enrichment value to laundry time…there’s just no telling where they’ll hide in the laundry, and they worm their way into sleeves, pant legs, and what have you. And aren’t they cute, escaping from the sheets to bounce across the floor? Gotta be quick in this house if you want to look like that and not be a dog toy.
So it’s a WIN for the laundry! Spiky blue balls will always have a place in this house.
Though generally, I should mention, this isn’t something you want a fantasy writer to be pondering.
It really isn’t.
*pause for any bravely remaining men to quit the scene*
