Laundry

We got home from cross country skiing, I went to change the laundry over, and I made a dread discovery.  Someone had left crayons in their pants--in a pocket on the leg, I think--and I didn't find them when cleaning out pockets before washing.  So they went through the wash and then through the dryer.  Groan!!!  There was crayon all over!  I might have said a bad word or two.  Fortunately, the clean up was relatively easy in the dryer, but the whole load of clothes was nearly a total loss.  I had to scrape out melted on crayon with a knife and baby wipes, but there was nothing to scrape melted crayon out of clothes.  So irritating!  It's one of the perks (NOT) of being a domestic goddess, I suppose.