If it isn't one thing, it's another

Zach and I decided to do some long over-due laundry yesterday and we headed out to the laundry facilities on campus which are about a five minute walk away from our house. We had three rather large bags of dirty laundry (which are those big blue shopping bags from Ikea) and they were packed full. We got to the laundry room and there were people already there, so we decided that we were going to wait in line for the washers. Now, of the ten washing machines there, only five were working, and I'm using the term "working" loosely. So after a little wait we got two of our four large loads in and the other two went in after the first set. Once they were ready to dry one would assume that you could just put them in the dryers and that would be that. Well, not in Grenada. Of the 11 dryers, only four were working and one of those four was making the most aweful sound I have ever heard in my life, no joke. It sounded like a mix between a jet engine starting in a room the size of a bathroom, and ten sets of nails scratching on a chalkboard. So Zach and I decided to hightail it out of there and try our luck at line drying our clothes at home. By the time the ringing in our ears stopped, we were home and hung up our laundry around our apartment, did I mention that we had four LARGE loads?!? Well, this is what our little place looked like once we hung it all up...






There was more outside on some random lines I found, but we never got a shot of those. We also had towels and clothes all over our kitchen table, chairs, our bed, on the shower curtain rod and pretty much every available space we had. Now it sounds funny, but at the time it was anything but. Can't wait to use my rock-hard, salty/windy smelling bathtowel tonight...