Jun 20, 2007
Wendy has a system when it comes to changing our towels: After [x] number of days, put old towels in wash and bring out new towels. That [x] is pretty small; somewhere around 7-10. My system is a little different: After [y] amount of smell develops, put old towels in wash and bring out new towels. The problem with my system is that [y] is usually much greater than [x] (actually they can't really be compared unless smell can be quantified as an integer; but you get the idea). Sometimes [y] reaches an overwhelming value in 7 days. Sometimes it's more like 18. I'm thankful I have a good sense of smell that prevents me from allowing [y] to get too large. As soon as I notice a smell on my towel, it's over. More than likely, it means it's been about 2 months since I started using the towel, and judging from the towel's heartbeat and limb growth, it's time to use a clean one.
The cool thing about clean towel day is that it always makes me happy. What can I say; I'm simple. For an unexplainable reason, it gives me a small but noticeable amount of pleasure. It's like getting your hair cut or getting your car washed. Clean = happy. I wonder if this idea isn't universal. Maybe some people equate dirtiness with happiness? Perhaps. But for me, I like clean things. And since today was clean towel day, it's a good day. #psychology
The cool thing about clean towel day is that it always makes me happy. What can I say; I'm simple. For an unexplainable reason, it gives me a small but noticeable amount of pleasure. It's like getting your hair cut or getting your car washed. Clean = happy. I wonder if this idea isn't universal. Maybe some people equate dirtiness with happiness? Perhaps. But for me, I like clean things. And since today was clean towel day, it's a good day. #psychology
I think blue towels are cooler than white, less likely to look dirty. I think I think too much!
I think I'm too dorky for my own good.
Maybe your parents worked in the hotel industry? They wash a lot of towels and sheets.
Yeah, I don't know about my mom. But I guess look at it this way...if you're going to do a load of laundry and have room for towels, then you might as well throw them in there. I guess.
My mom is also a compulsive ironer. I hated wearing jeans as a kid because my mom insisted on ironing them. She irons the scrubs she wears to work.....maybe that helps you understand my mom a little better :)