Cutting Corners

Do you ever cut corners? You're just so busy with so many things on your plate that you just take the easy and quick option? This is how I live, people.

Sometimes I have a small enough load of washing that I just pile it all into the machine and wash it rather than saving up more washing, sort it into whites/colours or cleanish/filthy or adults/kids etc. The problem here is that as I tip the laundry into the machine, I don't check through the pile to find things that shouldn't go through the wash.

When I put a few toys through the wash, I felt a bit dumb. But they survived.

When I put the car key through the wash, I felt really dumb. But it survived. The first time it did, anyway. Yes, the first and second time. Not the third time though. It's remote locking system is shot.

When I put my credit card through the wash in the back pocket of my jeans, I felt frustrated. Hadn't I learned my lesson? But it survived being washed. And being washed again. And again. And again and again and again. And again. It just kept on getting washed, with the only damage suffered being that my signature washed off the back. It even survived a trip through the dryer. I'm not sure how.

When I put a disposable nappy through the wash, I discovered what it was like to have a Winter Wonderland in your washer.

And today, most probably thanks to small fingers dropping objects into my washing basket coupled with my propensity for cutting corners, I put something absurd through the wash. Something that made the nappy mess look tame.

The closest guess wins. (Wins what, you ask? Wins ... err ... the prestige. Of winning.)