Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Dirty Pillows No More
Yesterday was not only the end of dirty pillows (get your minds out of the gutter) but it was Ben's Dad's Birthday and Ben's parent's 36th wedding anniversary.
We were scheduled to go over to Ben's parent's house right after work without making a trip home to start the pillows on another dryer cycle, so this posed a pretty pillow predicament. Our work is so close to the parent's house that it would be a waste of time and gas to go home and then drive back...
Since there was nothing we could do, we just went to the parent's house and had a nice dinner with PIE(!) and then we watched a movie called The Cave. Never heard of it? Don't be surprised, I vaguely remembered it either...that is until the almost end where I had a moment of clarity as I remembered the thinly veiled plot from some trailers I saw last year. Ben and I had wanted to see it, but never got around to it, and Ben's Dad rented it for his birthday.
I'll save you from renting it yourself by giving you a plot synopsis. Think Aliens meets Made-For-TV-Cheeseball writing meets the Exorcist prequels and they have a bastard child. Ben made the comment on the way home that the PG-13 no cursing made it a little unbelievable, and that the monsters looked cool, but the movie employed the now trademarked shaky-cam cinematography so you couldn't tell what the hell was going on half the time. I agreed, the monsters could have been cool if we got to see them and didn't feel like we'd been on a roller coaster due to the camera angles. At least in Aliens the camera was still enough to where you got a good glimpse of the creatures, even if it was just for a second. I also KNOW for a fact that if some nutty creature was coming at me in the middle of an underground cave, I'd be dropping some F-Bombs all over the place.
Anyway, the festivities being over, we drive home to confront our arch nemesis: PILLOW.
My pillow was almost dry at this point, I guess keeping a ceiling fan aimed at it in confined conditions all day had some effect. Ben popped it into the dryer for about 15 minutes and I was good to go. Ben's pillow had a little bit of a damp area and so his got a full 30 minutes in pillow heat heaven.
I was even more grossed out at how clean they looked after the washing. "I don't remember our pillows being white!" And the thought of the only thing between my face and the foulness of the dirty pillows being a thinly woven breathable cotton pillowcase made me want to throw up a little.
BUT we had our pillows back and all was well in the Hall House...
Though next time I get the urge to wash the pillows, I'm hoping Ben just drags me to Target or Costco and we just buy new ones...
We were scheduled to go over to Ben's parent's house right after work without making a trip home to start the pillows on another dryer cycle, so this posed a pretty pillow predicament. Our work is so close to the parent's house that it would be a waste of time and gas to go home and then drive back...
Since there was nothing we could do, we just went to the parent's house and had a nice dinner with PIE(!) and then we watched a movie called The Cave. Never heard of it? Don't be surprised, I vaguely remembered it either...that is until the almost end where I had a moment of clarity as I remembered the thinly veiled plot from some trailers I saw last year. Ben and I had wanted to see it, but never got around to it, and Ben's Dad rented it for his birthday.
I'll save you from renting it yourself by giving you a plot synopsis. Think Aliens meets Made-For-TV-Cheeseball writing meets the Exorcist prequels and they have a bastard child. Ben made the comment on the way home that the PG-13 no cursing made it a little unbelievable, and that the monsters looked cool, but the movie employed the now trademarked shaky-cam cinematography so you couldn't tell what the hell was going on half the time. I agreed, the monsters could have been cool if we got to see them and didn't feel like we'd been on a roller coaster due to the camera angles. At least in Aliens the camera was still enough to where you got a good glimpse of the creatures, even if it was just for a second. I also KNOW for a fact that if some nutty creature was coming at me in the middle of an underground cave, I'd be dropping some F-Bombs all over the place.
Anyway, the festivities being over, we drive home to confront our arch nemesis: PILLOW.
My pillow was almost dry at this point, I guess keeping a ceiling fan aimed at it in confined conditions all day had some effect. Ben popped it into the dryer for about 15 minutes and I was good to go. Ben's pillow had a little bit of a damp area and so his got a full 30 minutes in pillow heat heaven.
I was even more grossed out at how clean they looked after the washing. "I don't remember our pillows being white!" And the thought of the only thing between my face and the foulness of the dirty pillows being a thinly woven breathable cotton pillowcase made me want to throw up a little.
BUT we had our pillows back and all was well in the Hall House...
Though next time I get the urge to wash the pillows, I'm hoping Ben just drags me to Target or Costco and we just buy new ones...
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I've considered this series of entries very educational. Thank you. I think an equivalent story from my history would be something like pulling a comforter out of mystery trash because I was cold. Yuck yuck yuck!
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