Being the good boy that I am, I spent a part of Saturday night washing clothes. White shirts. By hand. In the kitchen sink. The drill is straight-forward. Fill sink. Add detergent. Add bleach. Smoosh. Drain. Add more water. Smoosh. Squeeze. Hang on the rack to dry over night. All I need that I do not have is a big rock.
During the rinse cycle, I noticed something that didn't below. I always good at that game, if I did usually find the other thing that did not belong.
Is it any wonder I live alone?