I am a 45 year old female. My college son and friend were home for the weekend. I had ask him to assembly a shelving unit for the laundry room that need to be put together, since I had no idea how it went together. He had asked if I would wash a couple loads of clothes that he brought along. They wanted to go out tonight and he wanted a special pair of pant and a shirt wash. I said I will come back after my shower and start your load of clothes. As I walked away he reminded
me not to forget his clothes, I said "I won't relax."
I told him put them next to the washer. They started to read the instructions and laid out the parts to the shelving unit on the laundry room floor. I went upstairs and took my morning shower. After I finished the shower and was putting lotion on, my son knocked on the door and hollered in "wheres a pliers?" Check out in the garage for one I said. Hey yelled back in "Mom don't forget my laundry today."
I was thinking I am not going get any peace until he gets his things washed.I said I will be right down to start it. Since I live alone sometimes I just scoot down to the laundry room in the buff, But since the boys were home, I put on a pink and white bath wrap, with a velcro fastner that I wrapped around me and stepped into some slippers and headed downstairs to the laundry. The had part spread out all over, I side step them to reach the washing machine.
I open the lid and started to untangle and separate the clothing into a couple of pile. I had was also a little embarrassed I had several of my bras hanging up in the laundry room to air dry. I thought don't worry about it, I will wash his clothes and be out of here in a minute.
I loaded the machine and clothes the lid and started it, kinda turned and semi jumped over a board they had laid out to plans.
Well I think what happened was my skin was slippery from the lotion. The wrap must have caught on lid, or and buckle of some sort., as I leap over the board the wrap stuck to the washing machine.
All I had on were my slippers, at that point. I got my balance and
realized, what had happened. Both boys where looking at me like "what are you doing." I covered best I could and retrieve my wrap. Red faced out of there.
Later that week my son called from college. I asked him truthfully what he and his friend said to each, after the laundry room fisco. He said his friend had actually check out the bra size one of hanging bras, and said "your mom wears a 40 DD bra. Man she has a great body."
I was so embarrassed by it all.
me not to forget his clothes, I said "I won't relax."
I told him put them next to the washer. They started to read the instructions and laid out the parts to the shelving unit on the laundry room floor. I went upstairs and took my morning shower. After I finished the shower and was putting lotion on, my son knocked on the door and hollered in "wheres a pliers?" Check out in the garage for one I said. Hey yelled back in "Mom don't forget my laundry today."
I was thinking I am not going get any peace until he gets his things washed.I said I will be right down to start it. Since I live alone sometimes I just scoot down to the laundry room in the buff, But since the boys were home, I put on a pink and white bath wrap, with a velcro fastner that I wrapped around me and stepped into some slippers and headed downstairs to the laundry. The had part spread out all over, I side step them to reach the washing machine.
I open the lid and started to untangle and separate the clothing into a couple of pile. I had was also a little embarrassed I had several of my bras hanging up in the laundry room to air dry. I thought don't worry about it, I will wash his clothes and be out of here in a minute.
I loaded the machine and clothes the lid and started it, kinda turned and semi jumped over a board they had laid out to plans.
Well I think what happened was my skin was slippery from the lotion. The wrap must have caught on lid, or and buckle of some sort., as I leap over the board the wrap stuck to the washing machine.
All I had on were my slippers, at that point. I got my balance and
realized, what had happened. Both boys where looking at me like "what are you doing." I covered best I could and retrieve my wrap. Red faced out of there.
Later that week my son called from college. I asked him truthfully what he and his friend said to each, after the laundry room fisco. He said his friend had actually check out the bra size one of hanging bras, and said "your mom wears a 40 DD bra. Man she has a great body."
I was so embarrassed by it all.
