Saturday, August 30, 2008

Wash Day

We've already had an eventful weekend, so I thought I'd get a jump start on the posting . . . especially since it's been so long. . . Sorry. I got wrapped up in all of the bidding for NieNie. For this post, I will tell you a little story. . . It may only be amusing to me, but I did take the pictures. . .

So, Ben is in a play right now. He's playing Falstaff in The Merry Wives of Windsor at the Castle. Incidently, this is the the theater where we met (sort of). It's owned by the State Mental Hospital, down the hill, so he always tells people he met me at the mental hospital. . . but I digress.

As any actor knows, especially those that have done outdoor theatre, costumes, especially the under layers of costumes, get pretty. . . fragrant. . . after a while. Falstaff is, by definition, a very fat character. VERY fat. And Ben is not very fat. So he wears a fat pad. Totally makes sense so far, right? Because the show is in it's second week of performances, and there are two more weeks to go, Ben decided that the washable portions of his costume needed to take a spin in ye old washing machine. Great idea, in theory. Except that fat pad. . . the stomach part is a pillow, but the man boobs (which made it look much more authentic, truly). . . more like loose batting stuffed between two shirt layers.

Turns out, those two layers were not so sturdy as far as holding in the batting during the spin cycle. . .

This was Ben, just outside our laundry room this morning. . .

And a pile of the rogue batting on the counter

We're basically just hoping that the washing machine survives this attack. It was pretty entertaining to clean up, at the very least.

1 comment:

Mrs. Webster said...

Haha! That's just like our blanket disaster!