Comforter: 1, Kyria: 0

I've been waiting until it warmed up to wash my comforter since I wanted to hang it out to dry. Today seemed nice enough, I figured I'd throw it in the washing machine and head over to Walmart to pick up a drying rack for it. Easy enough right? Oh if only. I rip the comforter off my bed and drag it across the house like Linus and his blankie. Opening the washing machine I wonder if this is going to fit and I start shoving it in. It didn't take long for the tumbler to be stuffed, but sadly half of the blanket was still dangling out the door. Clearly this wasn't going to work, no problem I'll hand wash it. Off to walmart I go.

I've got my drying rack, laundry soap, and the dirty comforter, I'm ready to go. I start running the water and throw the comforter in. It becomes instantly apparent that my tub is a little smaller than I thought and my blanket, likewise, a little bigger. As the tub starts filling up, water starts disappearing, my comforter is sucking it up like a sponge! Herein lies the problem, this sponge in disguise weighs a ton when it's wet, and I'm a small girl! After about 10 minutes of feebly tossing it around to mimic a washer's spin cycle my arms are killing me. Then I notice that some parts of it are still dry ... dear god ... who's idea was this ? Obviously I'm lacking in the upper body strength department so on come the shorts and I go into the tub to stomp the water out. How did women used to do this back in the day? No wonder no one was obese! I'm breaking a sweat in the bathroom and the comforter isn't getting and less saturated with water. Stomp stomp stomp, squish, squish, wring, away I work for at least an eternity.

Finally I'm satisfied wit..... ok let's be honest I was just too tired to go on. So, after exhausting myself I go to set up the drying rack outside. With that all done I proceed to pick up the still soaking wet comforter to hang it out to dry. It's dripping, I'm getting exceedingly more wet, and this thing isn't any lighter. As I'm putting the blanket onto the rack, it starts to collapse, and did I mention that my comforter is white. Not only is this becoming a disaster, but a man in his backyard glances over and smirks. Oh yes, this is funny, watching a tiny little girl wobbling too and fro with a pristine white blanket in her arms attempting to stretch it across a rack. How amusing that must look! A couple close calls later I am very aware that this rack will not be enough to hold the iron weighted comforter, so I have to call for backup; enter chair one and chair two.

Now I'm out there moving two chairs around, balancing the soaking ball, trying to keep the rack out of the way all while making sure the neighbours cat doesn't dash into my house. At last I manage to get everything set up so that it will be able to dry. Success at last!!!!
Oh wait .... looks like the sun is slipping behind the hill... GGAAAAHHHHHHH