Laundry

So I keep meaning to do my laundry. And I keep forgetting. Mme had company over today and I didn't want to barge into the living room and ask her about my dirty underwear. So I thought I would wait until tomorrow. I got ready and left for FHE. While there we had a conversation about the word 'Moist'. When I hear 'Moist' I think of cake. Delicious, delicious cake. Apparently some people have very appauling opinions about the word. They insist that moist is a terrible word. A few examples, I snuggled into my moist sheets and went to bed. My socks were moist. The walls are moist. Ok point taken. So I was not really in a moist mood.
Then I came home. And apparently my host family did my laundry. And they don't have a dryer. So I came home to... a big pile of MOIST clothing.
So they gave me this nifty indoor clothes line. Exciting. I put it by the radiator. I don't know how else it will dry. It's pretty cold in the house. I guess we'll see...

I miss dryer toasty socks.