Brown

I'm not sure that washing machines were invented to wash Diet-Coke soaked bedding. But mine has just done that. It's shameful really, it's been a bedding day, throwing the burnt out, putting on new ones and putting those straight into this wonderful machine whose looks do it no justice. But I believe in diversity, to me, it's beautiful because of course we never should judge the book by its cover, and since it's so obedient, than of course it can have a home. I'm running so late, and I keep coming here just to see that the incoming flight is getting earlier and earlier. And I get stuck here on blogger. It's just too nice to let go. I just have to somehow fit a big duvet into a small bag and I'll be done. I'm not taking the duvet to the cleaners myself, I'd be so ashamed, Diet Coke looks like a lot of things. Ok it's smells like Diet Coke, that's the only redeeming factor, but other than that, it just looks, well, a little brown, maybe too brown for my liking. And I am not going to be the one to hang my head in shame when they inspect it. God knows what they're going to think it is. And I have a hunch my Diet Coke story is not a very good one, although it's a 100% true. I wonder what normal people dirty their duvets with. The obvious, oh God, I'd throw it away, pungent pungent smell. The not so obvious such as dust, that would be grand. But I cannot see myself walk up to the counter and say what happened and watch while the cleaner girl (who actually needs to get her face dry-cleaned in steam and whatever else) asks what happened. Who the hell will believe that my duvet drank a whole Diet Coke bottle? Very few, only the few that know I am catastrophic at these things. It'll be so brown, maybe they will think it's coffee, that would be nice. But what if they think it's something else, a brown something. Then I'll just have to walk the walk of shame and make them think I'm some sort of freak who takes kindly to watersports and scat play... which I really and honestly don't. I like to think I have an open mind but I stil have my reservations. No, I'm not doing it myself, I have to find another way. Or maybe throw it all away.