But there are still days, like laundry day, when I question the soundness of that decision. Back when we lived in the land of sidewalks and neighbors we could actually see to wave to, the weirdest things I ever found in the washing machine were earrings, car keys, and the occasional cell phone. Oh, and money. Once I found a hundred-dollar bill. You bet I kept it; it’s not my fault those 2T OshKosh B’Gosh pants have shallow pockets. If you’ve always lived on a farm, you’re probably immune to the wonders that await me in my Whirlpool. But if you’re a city girl, suburbanite, or former suburbanite turned quasi–country girl like me, hold on to your delicates. Following is a rundown of just a few of the things I’ve found in my washing machine lately. The bad news? It includes goat teeth. The good news? Apparently they make Clorox “with tartar control!” Who knew? I advocate brushing with bleach about as much as I advocate suffering through laundry duty without an adult beverage.
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