Oh, Again, Dear

Avocado put her clothes in the washer right before bedtime. Asked me to put them in the dryer, which I did. Horrendous racket ensuing. I go out to find out what's making all the noise: her iPod. In the morning when she discovers that it's been washed and half-dried (with whatever ugly results) there is likely to be great woe in this house. Never a god damned dull moment.