Our laundry facilities are in the dungeon, otherwise known as the communal basement. There are five storage "rooms", which are really just spaces enclosed with chicken wire, with a door and padlock. Our storage is full of empty boxes and things the previous tenant left behind. Anyway.There's a washer and dryer down there and always, always, always, there are Everest-like piles of dirty laundry and fifty different bottles of detergent, each half full. Sometimes, when I can't cope with the spider population, I head off to the laundromats. The cheap one is just that -- gloriously cheap with all the local weirdos camping out. The snazzy one has deep, comfortable couches, a big screen TV with cable, a snack bar, and tanning beds. Going to that one is more like crashing at your parents' house. Going to the cheap one is somehow more real, more of an adventure. And what the hell, your clothes get just as clean.
The dilemma for our new apartment in Idaho is that it has washer/dryer hook-ups in the closet. Whoa. Never had that option before. We might find ourselves down at Sears, being domestic. Yikes.
Kate and the moms and Bill -- y'all must be excited about the impending arrivals. I sincerely hope everyone has a stellar time, whether or not Kate does her laundry.
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