"Oy, What a Day I Had Today!"

...to quote Barbra.

Barbra as Fanny Brice in the movie musical Funny Girl

My cold is still hanging on.  Writing was an effort, my head is all floaty (that's probably not even a word).  If I am being truthful I did answer my cell...twice.

The kitchen sink is leaking from somewhere, still to be determined.  The bottoms of my sweat pants are just about dry.  Don't even ask about accessorizing...no pearls on today. I'm lucky I showered. There is a rash creeping from my back to my neck...TMI?

And I decided to machine wash our queen size comforter in our front loader.  (A huge selling point by the salesman at Loews.)  I've had to run it on the drain/spin cycle twice to get all the water out.

I tried to transfer it into the dryer only to have it fall into the litter box (note: next house litter box gets it's own room).  I tried stuffing it back into the washing machine but it kept bulging out, the quilted pockets filled with air like little square balloons.

After finally pushing it back into the washing machine I notice the tiny print on the back side of the care label.  Dry with tennis balls so it doesn't wad up and burn.  Really?

I'm going to go lay down now.