The best laid plans

Well, got absolutely no riding in last night, and I'm not at all happy about it. I got home later then usual but figured that I would ride the trainer instead. Well before that could happen, I was faced with this ever growing mountain of laundry that has at some point during all our recent company, become the Everest of our bathroom. Apparently at some point, the finely tuned and oiled machine that is the laundry process at our house, has dropped a major cog somewhere. I'm also partly to blame for this. I'm no Martha stewart but I do know how to do laundry. So I carefully separate out a load of "darks" which coincidentally contains mostly my clothes, (I've been kindly "Asked" in the past not to wash my wife's laundry), and carry them off to the garage where the washer is. Drop them on the floor and search for the soap bottle. 

Well you may or may not know but nowadays, soap is bottled in a Highly concentrated form. A bottle 6 inches tall contains enough soap for like eighty loads of laundry. My wife noticed earlier in the week that we had half a bottle left so she bought a second full bottle. One of our well meaning house guests decided to wash some blankets and sheets that they were using when they slept here. I can only assume that this person only purchases the "old style" non-concentrated  style of soap because a bottle and a half later and we have the Cleanest two blankets and one sheet out there. (of course some various small items got washed as well) Needless to say, none of my laundry got washed last night and we now have Everest in the bathroom and Mt. Fuji in the garage. 

Well I was unhappy to say the least. Then I remembered that it was Thursday night. Grey's Anatomy night. This is the one and only show that my wife watches regularly on television. And of course it's a new episode tonight, so there will be no Tour de France dvds on the tv. So instead I went to bed and slipped off into an angry slumber on a calm, cool Tibetan night, under the shadow of Mt. Everest.