An Admission

I have a bad habit of leaving things in my pocket when I do my laundry. I am amazed sometimes at the things I find. Money is often the number one find, more than I thought I had. Tonight I found my winnings from the latest challenge at work. I also often find my chapstick, which shockingly, often survives. I suppose that is because I usually wash cold. Lists, movie stubs and tissue do not fare as well, though some movie stubs do ok. Pens=disaster. I think that perhaps I should learn to check pockets before I get married and have kids. I wouldn't want to wash some of the things I carried in my pockets when I was a kid: frogs, Jello packets, rocks, and notes from friends.

Probably not so good on the washer.