Laundry, Hail Mary, and a Lint Pop Up Book.

Tanner did a load of laundry.   

Tanner did a load of laundry.  

Tanner did a load of laundry.

 I'm still not sure it has completely sunk in but make no mistake, he most certainly did 

a load. of. laundry!

I'm sort of kicking myself for not being more aware of what lead up to this craziness

because I most certainly would be willing to do all the same things every day 

if it resulted in him doing more loads of laundry. 

Never mind that he washed my black chenille blanket and it shredded into pieces...

Which sorta made every piece of clothing look like it was covered in 

mega super gigantic black lint on steroids.  

I was a little sad

but I totally tried to hide it from my very disappointed super awesome laundry doing 17 year old boy.

In a moment of trying to see the good in a bad situation

Tanner said, "that's what the lint trap is for right?"

I tried not to sound condecending 

so instead of words coming out of my mouth

some other sound burst through my lips.

It was sort of a restrained sarcastic half laugh half snort uhg sound.

I'm not very good at hiding my true feelings. 
Poor Tanner.  He felt so bad.

After rewashing the load I went for the hail mary and just threw it all in the dryer.

By the time I got to the dryer to fold the clothes I had forgotten all about the enormous lint.  

The clothes were clean, not an ounce of lint on them.

(I'm totally laughing right now as I type this because of what happened next. I'm not sure words or even a picture can do it justice)

BUT...

 I pulled the lint trap open to clean it out 

and 

it was like a furry pop up book of sorts,

and BOY did it tell a story!