One of the times that I would DEFINITELY always call my brother was when it was DARK and SCARY and I had to cross the wooded path to/from the metro at night.
|Wooded path during the day.|
|SCARY, DARK path at night!! (!!!)|
|At my OWN RISK???!|
In the last couple of weeks, I've rotated who I call when I'm walking in the dark, but I feel like I'm going to run out of friends here soon. I don't always tell people I'm calling them because I'm too scared to cross the dark path by myself (Maybe I'm a chicken? Oh, well. At least I'm not a dead chicken.).
Anyway, on account of the missing my brother thing, I bought him a 100% polyester tie when I went to Goodwill today. (They're moving to a new location, so everything was a million percent off! Kidding. Only 80%, meaning I spent something crazy like 70 cents on a tie for him.) I thought of how I was going to clean the tie (being thrifted and all), and I decided it would be silly to pay lots of $$ to have it dry cleaned.
So, I did an experiment. I put it in the dishwasher (carefully laid flat on the top rack). And guess what? It worked!
|Clean polyester tie, fresh from its maiden voyage through the dishwasher!|
(PS Hello, green stripey sock!)
I can't vouch for this method on ties made of silk or other more delicate materials, but for this 100% polyester thrift store tie, the dishwasher did the trick! (Polyester ties of the world, be ye clean!)
Anywho, thank you, Internet, for letting me vent a little about my brother withdrawals.