Broken Bottles and Sore Knees

 

Have you ever had one of those days where before seven AM you know the day is sucking? I woke at seven and was ready to take the dog out. I want to make sure he is not lifting his leg on any of our new furniture. Keeping his old bladder empty is one way of helping diffuse his desire to do that. I threw on my flip flops and headed into the laundry room that lies off our bedroom. 

I walked in and there was a massive puddle of blue stuff on the floor. My thoughts ran to a broken washing machine that had leaked something all over the place, but the leakage left the floor a light blue. I did notice the room had a great smell to it though, even while our cat litter box is in the laundry room. Then, I spotted the culprit. 

The color in the flooring makes the liquid difficult to see, but it is a blue colored mess. I did notice some blue shards lying on the floor. It was at that moment that it dawned on me what it was. This photo was taken after I had cleaned a good portion of it up. 

The blue shards were from a brand-new bottle of laundry soap I purchased yesterday. The bottle had fallen from its perch on top of the dryer and the lid shattered as it hit the hard floor, killing it instantly. Most of the floor was covered in a layer of laundry soap. Now I don't know if you have ever had to clean up laundry detergent, but it breeds. I swear, it reproduces once your wet rag touches the puddle. 

With bucket in hand, thus began the adventure. Cold water, rags galore, and about an hour of scrubbing finally removed the thick blue puddle. While the room has that fresh clean scent and the floor is cleaner than it has probably been in years, the cleaning woman is exhausted. I do hope Harry is satisfied now that his antics have coated my floor in blue muck. Thanks, Harry. Love you too dude. Stick with the light in the basement.

Needless to say, the dog towel, some tote bags, the Tide detergent bottle and fabric softener will all be removed from the top of the dryer. Harry won't have anything else to create such a mess, unless he literally picks the soap container out of the shelving and throws it to the ground. If that happens, I'm packing. I've heard it's nice in California this time of year. I'll keep you posted. 

For those who do not know who Harry is, the blog covers who he is and why he is such a jokester. You can read more about Harry in these posts:

The Wrap Attack, Creepy Movers, and Harry (psychicpoetbar.blogspot.com)

Flowers, Family, and a Small Poem (psychicpoetbar.blogspot.com)

Happy Friday everyone!