I know this because I just washed, dried and folded all of them.
I just washed, dried and folded all of them because I had to use all of them last night when my kitchen was flooded, thanks to a faulty refrigerator ice maker connection.
In the scheme of things, I get that a flooded kitchen is not a major gig. I don’t have to watch the news long to see people who don’t even have kitchen floors, much less a faulty ice maker.
That didn’t keep me from freaking out though. I was ready to go to bed when I heard the dripping. None of the many valves under the sink shut off the water. I knew I had to turn off the water main. Sadly I don’t own one of those funky tools that turn off the water main. As this realization hit, water was covering my walls and floor. Duct tape didn’t even help.
That’s when I freaked.
And my dogs freaked.
So I freaked more.
That’s when I grabbed some towels and called for help.
While I waited for Help, I covered the floor with towels, towels and more towels. It hit me as I was squeezing out one of the towels.
I’d asked for Help and I trusted it was coming.
This whole kitchen adventure all worked out fine and dandy. If you read this blog with any regularity, I bet you know it’s not even The Real Point of this post. Right you are!
The point is – why is throwing in the towel of “I can handle this myself!” so tough? I don’t know The Answer to this question. So I’d love to hear Your Answer.
And hey, while you’re replying , is 27 towels too many for one woman to own?