For my twentieth birthday, my parents paid for me and Real Gil to swing from this huge pendulum swing that lifted you hundreds of feet in the air and let you fly.
I didn't write them a thank you card that year. If you want to feel old on your birthday, try something really scary like a pendulum swing and then freak out at the top. You'll know you're old when you don't care what other people think about you. Might as well get me some velcro, granny shoes and start eating lunch at 10 in the morning.
This post is not about that pendulum. That was just me wasting your time with a really long intro. Anything to relive embarrassing moments.
This post is about another pendulum.
It's simple really. So simple it's in my laundry room.
Standing firmly planted below my washer and dryer are these two pendulum drawers. Do you know the ones I'm referring to? If you have the chance to get yourself a few of these for your front-loading washer and dryer, you might want to consider it.
Four sections. Four separate loads - brights, darks, whites, and pastels. When the section fills up - er, I mean, when the drawer won't close anymore, we know it's time to run the load. Even my six-year old can do it.
Now, if only I can convince her to fold all the clean ones...
Works for me!
Resting in Him,