I'm not Martha effin Stewart

I know that I'm a rockin housekeeper. No, I don't clean house for a living, people. But, I do keep my own house presentably clean most of the time. My one slacking chore is the laundry. What can I say? I hate folding all that. I mean, I am a self-proclaimed dryer-dresser! Yes, I have gotten dressed for work in my laundry room straight out of the dryer. Not what you would expect from me, is it?

I let my laundry get about knee-high in the laundry room over the past couple of weeks. So, today I had to at least wash some underwear for the sole reason that I really don't want to go commando tomorrow. And, underwear gets washed with the towels, washclothes, and socks in my house. Now is a good time to insert one fact: I bought a new beach towel on sale at Wal-mart last week that needed to be washed before being put away. Naturally, the beach towel will be washed with the other towels that are being washed with the underwear.

I go through the normal routine...warm water, half a cupful of detergent, add the laundry so as to balance the weight in the machine. I would guess the cycle lasts about 30 minutes. As soon as I hear the machine finish, I go straight to put the load in the dryer. When I open the lid, I realize, suddenly, that the beach towel was bright blue, my towels used to be white, and I used warm water.

Now, I think it's time to redecorate my bathroom. I'm going to have to find a way to incorporate baby blue (with bright blue specs) into the decor. Yes, my formerly white towels are now a not-so-pretty shade of blue. To top it all off, the blue fuzzies that came off the beach towel are stuck on everything else. So, yes, I also have a new pair of baby blue socks, baby blue panties, and quite a few others that just have these bright blue fuzzies on them.

You think I could wash them with something bright red and turn them purple?