
I have decided that, while small town living does take some getting used to, I am quite fond of it. I will give you a for instance. Today while making our bed I discovered that one of our beloved kittens (not sure which, but I have a hunch) apparently used our beautiful comforter to (gulp) mark her territory! I immediately went to shove it in the washing machine only to find out that our washer does not quite hold a queen size fluffy blanket, not even a little. This is where the living in a small town came in handy. After calling my dear friend Ruth, who I have learned really does know best, I called the Real Estate office on the square. A Real Estate office you ask? Well yes, because it also doubles as a dry cleaner!?! It technically was not open for business until Monday but after explaining my predicament (cat pee + comforter = not a happy hubby) she said she'd gladly take it home and wash it there for me. And, as I type this post, it is air drying on her stair banister. Small town living, funny eh?
That is the perfect story to epitomize the positive, charming side of the MO experience.
ReplyDeleteLove it. :)