This week has been insane. I need to do laundry like Blue Elf needs food. I achieved this state in the middle of last week and have been walking around flashing red since then. For some reason only comprehensible to teenage girls, my daughters decided to help at 5:45 in the morning. We learned something new.

If you have a pocket full of folded notepaper shuriken in your sweatshirt and you forget to take them out before you run it through the laundry, you WILL clog up the washer and make a very very large mess.

This is officially not helpful.

My carpet is a mess. They had to tear all the appliances out of the whole laundry closet and dry it out with a space heater. I’ve still got stuff everywhere.

One of the maintenance guys did improve my day. They’re supposed to leave this little maintenance note on the door when they come into your apartment and you’re not there even if they already have your permission to enter. He came in and ran the carpet cleaner again to suck up more of the water this afternoon. When I came home there was that little pre-printed paper stuck to the door and the Notes: section read, “I wz in yr ‘ptmnt, suckin’ yr carpet — Francis.” I know the joke is tired, but timing is everything. I’m still randomly chuckling.

Oh, and the reason why a female junior in high school had a double-handful of paper shuriken in her pocket was her and her friends rehearsing a scene inspired by Naruto: Rise of a Ninja for Filmmaking class.

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