My blowdryer has been on the fritz the past few weeks ~ going out while I'm in the middle of drying my hair. However, if I let it cool down for a few minutes then it will start right back up. I guess it must be overheating. Maybe it has something to do with the wiring and fuses in my old house ~ the fuses blow regularly and I have to go out and flip the switch on the fuse box.

Well, this morning might as well have been a Monday, 'cause just as I begin to dry my hair, the mother goes out and this time it won't start back up. Damnit! So, needless to say, it's a funky hair day for me and I have to go out and buy a new blowdryer after work. Sucks! Maybe I can find the same one again. Maybe they'll let me exchange it b/c it is faulty or something.

I actually went to the laundromat last night. I had to take my kittens to the vet ~ another $100. But, afterward, I loaded up my dirties & schlepped everything over to the laundromat. Each time I go into this place it gets worse. I don't mind going to the laundromat ~ I actually like the fact that you can wash all of your clothes at once, then dry them all at once (rather than doing one load at a time at home). It is a much faster and more efficient process. However, people smoke like chimneys at the laundromat. Why the hell would you want your clean clothes to smell like cigarette smoke? I guess smokers can't tell the difference, while I on the other hand can.

So, smokers aside, the place wasn't that busy. I got my 3 washers right next to one another and a chair to sit and read my magazine. Then, I notice a woman in the back with 3 children. One was probably about 1 1/2, the other around 3 and the oldest was possibly 5. They are standing on the counters where you fold your clothes, jumping up and down, yelling, crying, screaming. Their mother, with dreadlocks down to the middle of her back is wearing a bikini top, no shirt. I can't figure out if she is a druggie or just a hippie or possibly both. The children are dirty as can be, the mom is totally spazzed out and she was pretty much in her own little world.

Not only am I dealing with the smokers, but crying children and then I notice a crawling bug resembling a roach. Yuck. I came to the conclusion that last night's laundry experience was a test of sorts. Maybe someone's telling me to have more patience and to be more accepting of other people. Who knows? Either way, I'm not setting my laundry basket on the floor of that laundromat ever again!