lucky laundry

Friday is laundry day. Usually. Unless I run out of clean stuff before that time. I don't know how it goes in your town, but the folks who run the 4th St laundromat are super conscientious about keeping their machines in working order. They're forever checking the hotness quotient of the dryers and adding more quarters for you if your jeans take too long to cook. Plus, it's so clean, you could eat off the floor. Almost. Also, it's cute and they have an awesome clock. I can put in my lucky laundry and skeedaddle back home knowing no one is going to make off with my duds. Happy Laundry Day to you!