Hair! Everywhere!

All this time off of work, I have a lot of time on my hands. This time has been converted into cleaning darn near everything. Eric jokes that when he is eating, he isn't even done yet before I am loading his plate into the dishwasher.

So, after running out of dishes, I decided to tackle the towels. My towels, and maybe this is just my towels, but they smell bad pretty darn quickly.  They go from Snuggle Bear fresh to floor of a men's rest stop bathroom extremely fast.

My sister was the first to figure this out, well, besides Eric and myself.  She came out of my bathroom once with a perplexed look on her face. "Enna" she said, "why do your towels smell like John Goodman's ass after a serious workout?"

Since then, I try to make sure when people come over the towels smell better. This usually means a mad dash to the washer and dryer in my building about an hour before people walk in my door.

So, with this time off, and the dishes being done, I collect all the towels in the house, and proceed to wash them. When the washing is done, I pop them over to the dryer. I pop it on, and go back to searching the internet for jobs and/or recipes for cat because now I have the taste for mammal blood.

I come back to the dryer, pull my towels out, and then proceed to take the giant layer of lint out of the lint trap.

I should stop at this point and mention that this is a shared washer and dryer in our building. We are not allowed to have washers and dryers in our individual units.

So, as I am pulling this epic lint out of the dryer trap (because towels always leave epic lint) I notice on the underside of the lint, under the towel lint, there is a layer of hair.  Now, layer of hair doesn't describe this properly. It looks like someone skinned a gray squirrel and put it in the dryer lint trap.

How, on God's green earth, I did not notice this when I was putting the towels INTO the dryer, I will never know.

So I promptly flip out. I start inspecting my towels for someone else's hair. I decide at that point rewash my towels in another washer and dryer, because I cannot for the life of me stop freaking out about the idea of toweling off and finding weird gray hairs all over me. Because you know they would stick to freshly washed skin.

So I go to another washer and dryer, and before I start this, I inspect the washing machine. So far so good, no hair. Then I check the dryer. GOBS OF HAIR. I mean, how does that even happen??? I keep picturing a man looking at a calendar, noticing the date, and then saying to himself  "Well look at that! It's time to wash my bags of hair again!"

So, instead of washing my towels once again, I decide against it, and just resign to the fact that someone else's hair might be on my towels. I am now trusting in the blowing power of my dryer.

And I cannot for the life of me bring myself to take a shower. I keep waiting for Eric to do it first, like maybe all the hair will stick to him, and I can get away scott free.

Or maybe I can wash them in my dishwasher...