Mr.Wrekker rolled in here Saturday morning. He’s been fishing and staying as his lake house. He’s had a succesful trip by the looks of things. We have fish in the freezer for days (ugh).
This bright shiny morning he started unpacking things. All his clothes are piled up in a heap on the garage floor. I walked out there and ran back in and hid. I don’t want any part of that! Smelled like fish, sweat and alcohol happiness.
He’s coming down the hall, hollering “How do I turn on this $#@!@@!!×washing machine?” Good grief. Grown ass man. An engineer. A fixer of all things. And he can’t wash his own shitty-nasty clothes? Well, I guess it’s time to teach him a thing or two.
I stood in the door to the garage and told him how to separate the jeans from the tee-shirts and underwear. That done I told him to pickup a basket full of jeans and bring them to the laundry room. OMG, what a smell. I’m not sure these things are salvageable. But we’ll give it the old college try. I told him how to, load, add detergent and smell good sprinkles and how to turn on the machine. Now, I’m standing well away from him so I’m not real sure what buttons he pushed. I’m hoping he didn’t select the delicate cycle. That won’t work. At. All.
The first load is finished. I call him in to put that in the dryer and bring the rest of the jeans in. Same process. I tell him, he does it. I like this. This is getting to be fun. I say do it, he does it. Wow! Who knew?
He’s really proud of himself. I told not to get too happy he has a ways to go, yet. “What?” sez he. Yep, dude you ain’t nearly finished. “Well I was fixin to run to Jims and sight in his new gun.” “Nope”, sez I. “Your laundry aint done.” He’s surprised how long it’s taking. 3rd load coming in. Now these are whites. We’re gonna throw bleach in this round. He has a look of disbelief when he’s reading the bleach bottle, “Is this safe to use in a home?”
I told him to quit overthinking it. Just don’t splash the stuff.
Now on to folding and putting away. Possibly the hardest part.
I feel we’ve had a productive afternoon. Not sure what he thinks, don’t really care. I just know I don’t have to do his stinky fishing laundry ever again.
Beck-1
Nasty laundry-0
You go girl, Uh-Huh!
<hi fives all around>
Wait, you separate? Well ok, but not this man, no ma’am, not stinky hunting fishing boozing clothes, I take that shit to the laundromat and throw it all in one of the big machines, not my machine at home noooo way
Laundry 102, (when to use a laundromat),
Next lesson.
Please take a picture of his face when you tell him that Hunting/Fishing clothes are HIS job from now on…
Tell him he can do all that laundry in a fraction of the time and he wouldn’t have to fold it, just put it in garbage bags in the back of his truck so he’s already packed.
^^That’s a great idea.
I’ve done my share of laundry in all manner of ways, except with a wringer machine and beating clothes on a rock in a “crick.”
The very very VERY best way was a wonderful drop-off service we found in a “nearby” town (30 miles away) in AZ. The price was wonderfully reasonable and everything was neatly folded!
Alas, the business is no more. I wept.
Beckers, m’dear, I hope you DISINFECT your machines after The Stinkmaster finishes!
~VOW
I’m second guessing the wisdom of him washing those clothes in the house. I’ve used a whole bottle of febreze and rinsed the machine with bleach water. I also lit a candle in there. I still smell it a bit. Yuk!
they have washer deodorizer at family dollar … its just some crystals ya pour in but it sanitizes and makes the room smell pretty
The washer repair person recommended “Tide” washer cleaner-outer. It comes in a rectangular package, orange, and you run it in an empty machine, normal cycle, hot water. I get mine on Amazon.
~VOW
Lord, lord, the fishing trip laundry. I remember it from days of yore, a fishy, odor that I thought of as the Trout’s Revenge. I didn’t use smell-good crystals when the now-ex came home reeking of Eau de Bass. I dumped in a bunch of baking soda with the detergent and rinsed it twice. I’m not fond of most freshwater fish. Seeing it in the freezer was mildly depressing, like homework on a Sunday night.
Do the cats like the fish smell?
Does anybody?
The Siamese are undecided on this fishy odor. It’s mixed with other stinks. Plus their beloved dryer bed napping was interrupted by a big ol’ man they don’t really care for. They’re in the beams giving me the ‘look’.
How the hell do you reach adulthood without knowing how to do laundry?
Well, yes, that’s a bit annoying, but think of how much worse it could be. He could be yelling, “have you started my laundry yet, woman? And where’s my cold beer?”
From what I’ve gathered so far from various posts, he leaves you in peace to indulge in your various eccentricities, and he does his own laundry, at least the really stinky stuff from fishing expeditions. Be grateful for small blessings. 
um…c’mon Beck…you mentioned kitties…and there are rules here.
We’re still waiting for the kitties-on-the-ceiling-beams pics.
yeah for an Arkansan male he seems somewhat enlightened …
Oh, he’s enlightened, ‘now’.
one of these days tho I gotta meet yall for a spell … and go fishin too
Come on down. Mr.Wrekker would love to take you fishin’.