Things went well at the laundromat yesterday.
After getting the painters started upstairs, I gathered the laundry up in six huge bins and headed out. I tried to act non-chalant as I unloaded (and unloaded and unloaded) the baskets and staked out a whole row of washers (all the front loaders were taken - rats!).
I then stood at the bill changer for a good ten minutes trying to change my $10 bill. About that time, another patron yawningly said, "Oh, that machine only changes one dollar bills. That's why there's tape over the $5 and $10 on the sign." I looked more closely, and maybe there used to be tape over the $5 and $10, but now (many thousands of quarters and bored little children's hands later) there was tape only over the "$5." Now how come I didn't figure out that it wouldn't change a $10 bill either?
But it was all good, because as I was standing at the bill changer, I looked over at the other wall - the wall that had the detergent machine. I knew I'd forgotten something!
So I ran to the grocery store across the street, got $15 in ones (thinking, Surely that's plenty!) and bought some detergent and dryer sheets for double the cost of the ones I'd bought last week at Walmart, but a fraction of what I would have spent at the detergent machine.
We loaded up our row of machines, and the girls had a great time while we waited for the wash to finish (Annie-6 was home from school with croup, but well enough to join us on this expedition).
Of course, by the time we got everything into the dryers, we were all hungry, so we grabbed a little lunch at the sandwich shop down the way.
We got back to damp clothes. After another set of quarters at the change machine (I was now down $35, including laundry supplies and lunch), we worked feverishly to get everything back in the six baskets and two hanger carts. While I was unloading the first cart into the truck, I heard a blood curdling shriek.
I looked up to see this:
Um. I guess the gust of wind was stronger than my two girls. Why must it be right in the biggest grease spot in the parking lot? I love the look of utter shock on Ruthie's (4) face (and yes, these pictures were taken yesterday. It was 80 degrees. Don'tcha just love Texas?). Hey, at least it didn't cost me anything to pick it all up.
Also the bright side, when we got home, we were pleasantly surprised that the wind had blown down most of what was left of the weekend's wrap job (by some of our kids' closest friends, I'm sure). Only a few flyaway wisps of TP in the highest branches of our trees. They came down with this morning's rain and now soggily decorate our lawn.
All in all, it was a good day.