Gooooooood morning! I’m still riding a moderately maniacal, highly enjoyable, and uber-productive wave, so here I am again.
For those of you who are counting, this makes two posts in two weeks. *smugly pats self on back*
My eyes snapped open at 3:52 am this morning. I threw back the covers and leapt out of bed with enthusiasm akin to that of a child on Christmas morning.
Well, a 48 year old child. With a crick in her neck and a strained left Achilles tendon, both of which protested the sudden motion.
But I digress.
I started doing laundry. Four loads of it, to be exact. After removing each load from of the dryer, I dutifully scraped the lint trap clean to ensure that my humble abode wouldn’t combust from clogged dryer vents.
Anyone else find that menial task to be inexplicably satisfying? No? Just me? Well, then. I’m here to tell you that You. Are. Missing. Out. Onallofthesatisfaction. Using one’s fingernails to gingerly extract that soft layer of condensed lint…intact…from the lint trap? Is the bomb. No lie. Don’t make the mistake of assigning that responsibility to anyone else in your home, my friends. No, no…you keep that fun allllll to yourself.
That’s a pro tip, right there. Free of charge.
Anyway.
As I cleared The Lint Trap for the fourth time? I made a mental connection. A proverbial light bulb flickered on in My Weird Brain, and My Weird Brain then settled upon The Spin Cycle and the menial task of clearing out my spam comments folder. For those of you who don’t blog…and I assume that would be the vast majority of you…fools bloggers like me go through the comments submitted by readers after each post. We chuckle over the clever ones, snuffle at the touching ones, and delete the spam that collects in the spam folder.
Check that. I actually open that spam folder with wide-eyed anticipation, for that folder full of comment “lint” is nearly as fun to pore over as my dryer lint trap.
In fact? My brilliant friend Thea? Who I’ve never met, but love nonetheless because of her enviable writing prowess? This Thea character titled her own site The Lint Trap as an homage to clearing out Her Weird Brain via her blog.
The Spin Cycle puffy pink hearts The Lint Trap.
But again…I digress.
Ahem. So I scuttled from the laundry room to the butler’s pantry, where I keep my MacBook hidden behind a faux wall that opens with the push of a button.
Wait…no. I own neither a butler’s pantry nor a faux wall.
But I *do* have my trusty MacBook. I snapped it open, logged on to The Spin Cycle, and perused my spam folder. Wannasee what was in there?
No?
Meh. Here it is anyway:
Satisfying, right? Right???
I relish the opportunity to make my way through this folder and pore over its contents. I reflect upon how these spambots from the world over have found MY little corner of cyberspace and left tokens of their spammy esteem.
Who knows? I may print out its entire contents…extracting them in one inviolate linty layer…and frame them in my butler’s pantry.
Post Script: Sadly, The Lint Trap is no longer an active site; Nonetheless, I did consult with my brilliant, absolutely real friend Thea and obtained permission to reference her post mortem blog title in this post.
Post Post Script: I love real comments slightly more than spammy comments. PLEASE don’t be shy about leaving your comments after this post or any others. I’ll reply…promise.
Hilarious! Love this!
Love the post? Cleaning out The Lint Trap? Both???
Thanks for dropping by, D!