He's done it. Jerry washed his wallet, flang it right into the Maytag, due to it being in the back pocket of a pair of pants. He discovered this pre-dryer. I heard him muttering as he trudged up the back stairs, "so this is what a clean wallet looks like." He seemed bemused.
The wallet, a three-section fold-over number with the imprint of a tiny golfer, mid-swing, on the front, now looks like road-kill, thrashed to hell, and still damp. But all the stuff in it, including his driver's license, health insurance and credit cards, a blank check, and a $10 bill are fine. I would be frantic, can't stand even a Kleenex overlooked in a pocket pre-washer. It's a guy/gal thing.
Happy Valentine's Day to all. I got a dozen pink tulips, Jerry got two dozen homemade cookies, and we exchanged cards. Tonight we eat Mexican lasagne (don't ask) at home. End of Valentine's Day.
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