Lucille Ball-ing It

Ok, so, is it completely pathetic that today is the first time I've ever really done laundry? There I stood in the sweltering laundry room, a sack over my shoulder and a change purse full of quarters swinging around my wrist, and I had NO IDEA what I was doing. Sheema was basically in the same boat as me; She was calling to make sure that you can use Tide with colored clothes (I had already told her yes, but she wanted to be sure).She decided to go back to our dorm to get her bio book, and I was left alone in the laundry area except for this kid JR, who I sort of know because he gave me his umbrella one day so I wouldn't have to walk to dinner in the rain. He seemed like as good of a person to ask for advice as any, so, basically, I asked him to teach me about the fine art of cleaning clothes. He showed me what to do and all, but atthe end of the "lesson," he dumped about a trillion gallons of detergent into the washing machine. I told him that if the machine pulled a Lucille Ball and started spraying soap suds everywhere then I would kick his butt.

10 minutes later, well, it sounded as though the machine was choking. And then came the bubbles, a perfect blanket of them creeping across the laundry room floor.

"Oh, Lucy!" I cried in my best Desi Arnaz impression (which is pretty crappy, to say the least).

But, the damage was done. Imagine a room covered with paper towels, practically carpeted with them. I made Lucy clean it up, lol. Needless to say, he doesn't get to help ever again.

The good thing that came out of this is a stack of snowy, pristine bath towels. Yum.

Ooh, and a message for Megan Burke, if she still reads this. There's a guy in my journalism class named Yao!

talking to Joe Joe on the phone, so it is time to go.

If you want anything from Harvard (hoodie, hat. etc.), give your mulah to Joe and I will call you about exactly what kind you want.

Natalie