...but this morning, there was also this:
Relax girls, it's a toy. But for the first 1.8 seconds I saw it, I didn't realize that, and my heart pounded so far out of my chest that it should count for a cardio workout.
Episodes like this could be avoided if I were a better pre-laundry pocket checker. But DO YOU KNOW how scary it is to stick your hand blindly into the pocket of jeans worn three days ago by a six-year-old boy? It's like those Discovery Channel expeditions where someone has to be the first to go down into the unmapped cave, wondering whether they'll be met by some mythic prehistoric beast.
Laundry requires courage, my friends. Courage.
