Life's Funny Sometimes

I was deleting old emails, and came across this one that I had sent to a friend after a particularly disgusting incident when our puppy threw up all over our bed. I just thought I'd share:

As you know, Sadie threw up on our bed last Tuesday. I left work early to take care of the situation, ended up chucking everything but the comforter, and left the comforter in a trash bag on the back porch.

My plan was to take the comforter to the do-it-yourself car wash, and use the pressure washer to get as much stuff as I could off of it. Then, I got sick, and I haven't been able to deal with it yet.

So, yesterday, I had every intention of going home and taking a nap before going of to the Exchange. Well, I got home, and it was after six, and I figured I wouldn't have enough time.

I was feeling a bit better, and slightly energized, so I decided to take our comforter to the car wash. I threw it in the trunk, grabbed the spray'n wash, and went on my way.

Got to the car wash, and the comforter wouldn't lay on my car properly, so I laid it on the floor (gross). As I hose down my comforter, I'm wondering how many people are speculating that I murdered someone, wrapped them in said comforter, and am now trying to remove the evidence. This idea makes me laugh a bit.

The grossness is coming off remarkably well, though the comforter is still stained. I spray some of the spot-treatment stuff on it, hose off a different area, then go back and keep trying.

Finally, it gets to the point that it's just not going to get any better without professional help.

I bent over to pick it up...
...and the thing weighed 800lbs soaking wet.
I had forgotten to bring a spare trash bag to put it on or in, so was without an idea in that department -- it was getting close to 7:00, I still needed to get the comforter home, grab dinner, and get to the Exchange by 7:45.

I hauled as much of the comforter as I could onto the trunk of my car which, of course, left me drenched. I started moving the fabric little by little to stretch across as much of the car as possible, so it could hopefully drain some of the water out.
I managed to pull the top two corners up toward the roof of my car -- and decide to close the corners in the windows.
I tucked in the back sides into the back windows, and rolled them up as well.

I then proceeded to put on my hazards, and drive from the car wash with my heavy, soaking comforter splayed on the roof of my car. It was classic.
And humiliating.
But inventive.
And I made it to The Exchange on time, if slightly soggy.

:)