Laundry Day

Whew! I opened the coat closet, and got a whif of my next project - I think I may be throwing a load of winter coats in the washing machine - Pronto! The coat closet smells like we've just put out a fire!

You see, last Friday we had a backyard bonfire. That was Aaron's big idea. (You knew it wasn't mine - it was COLD!!!!) So, we all assumed our positions around our fire pit. We set up our reclining Gander Mountain Deluxe lawn chairs (a Christmas present from a few years ago that we take camping every year and use at every bonfire) and the festivities began, as usual. Bridgette got her jack-knife and began whittling custom made marshmallow sticks, complete with carved initials and designs - despite the fact that we had no marshmallows on hand. ("We can use them another time, Mom!") I came bundled to the hilt, with stadium blanket and puppy on lap - who was terrified of the fire (Who wouldn't be with Aaron the pyro manning the flames?). Mike oversaw the festivities, and Aaron tried to freak his Mom out by putting dry pine needles and parts of pine trees from the burn pile on the flames to make them shoot up thousands of feet (okay, so maybe I exaggerate...) and cackle and do the happy dance around the fire like a tribal war hero. Mom played it up a little bit to help Aaron feel more like a war hero, because that's what moms do. And we stared at the stars and talked about nonsense and shared some good times.

The coats we wore that cold night went into the coat closet. And now the whole closet smells like smoke. Even the coats next to the coats we wore smell like smoke. It's contagious. We should have washed the coats that night - right away. Now I have a whole load of coats to wash. Sigh. It could have been a small job. Now it's a big one.

There's an analogy about sin in there. You're smart. I'll let you figure that one out.

Have a great day!