This morning I opened the dryer to get out another load of clothes to fold upon my kitchen table which I have come to believe will never be without folded laundry for the rest of my life.
And while I was taking the clothes out, I noticed a glob of something inside.
It looked brown.
My immediate reaction was that it must be poop.
I know how unreasonable a thought that is because there is no way poop would stay in a perfect glob through a hot dryer cycle.
So sorry to be saying poop so many times this early in the morning.
But, I have post traumatic stress disorder from such discoveries of brown looking globs in my past.
Not in the dryer...
but specifically by my dog in the baby's room this last week where I gagged for a good five minutes after discovering it, cursed Hottie Husband for not being home, then finally summoned the courage to do the clean up duty.
In any event,
I looked a little closer.
The odor was not unpleasant.
I touched it.
The texture was distinct and the scent was one from my childhood.
One swipe with a paper towel and
my dryer was clean again.
Now, for folding the laundry.
I thought for sure there would be gum all over the clothes.
A day's worth of work.
I am loved.
There was not one spot of gum on anything.
And no wrapper anywhere!
How did a giant gob of grape gum get in my dryer without it being in a wrapper in someone's pocket?
I need Nancy Drew or Scooby Doo
or Nate the Great!