It happened, it really did, I washed a crayon. A purple crayon. Now you may be like me and think nothing of it when it fell on the floor as I was transferring the clothes from the washer to the drier. Initially I thought, oh great I washed a crayon and then I shrugged and thought whatever. Not thinking anything would ever come of the fully in-tact, a bit soggy, purple Crayola crayon. Well I guess when I say fully in-tact, the half of the crayon that fell out was fully in-tact.
Still not thinking anything in regards to the half a crayon as most of our crayons are broken anyways. The thought never crossed my mind that maybe the other half was still in the wet clothes and on its way to the very warm drier. –>COUGH<– And crayons are made out of wax. Wax, very meltable, sticky, wax. So you can imagine the horror when I began folding said laundry and realized that the other half of the crayon, well it made it to the dryer where it apparently melted all over the clothes.
–>SIGH<– Have I mentioned before how much I looooovvvvveeee, scratch that, loathe doing laundry? That little crayon, or half of one, did quite a bit of damage. I mean it isn’t anything crazy noticeable, it just looks like someone scribbled patches of purple on the clothes. Not an issue for the dark, black, pants and shirts but a big problem when they are grey and white. And possibly an even bigger problem when they are the hubs clothes…… Whoops!…