I picked out this… thing. The duvet cover had eaten everything in the machine and turned itself into a postmodern textile art piece.
I picked out this… thing. The duvet cover had eaten everything in the machine and turned itself into a postmodern textile art piece.
It took me time to find the opening and then to accept that it isn’t ripped anywhere. My only explanation is that it took a tumble into the fourth dimension.
Did it come out with unmatched socks inside of it?
Now that you mentioned it, I think I threw the other one away in 2007.