When I moved to Senegal, we had a clothes washer, but not a dryer. Our clothes would hang outside and in the dirty Dakar air would become rather dingy. I was excited when I came back to the States and used my mom's dryer. Soft clothes that smelled good and were really clean (though the whites from Dakar forever lost their whiteness).

Then I moved to SC where my second year my roomie and I had a washer, but no dryer. Often we would hang them up outside or in the house...but there are some clothes that just needed the dryer. So I would take those to school or where ever I could to dry them. It was an ok system and often gave me a reprieve from studying.

When I moved into this place, I was overjoyed to have my own washer and dryer. Until today.

When I opened up the dryer this evening, I found a black piece of paper. I thought to myself, "This is not too odd since I work with kids, but I have a feeling that I'm going to find out what this was." No more than the thought crossed my mind was my answer realized. Crayon.

I checked my pants pockets before washing my clothes. I didn't check the pocket of my red hoodie. Every piece of clothing in that load is covered with melted black crayon that has worked its way into the fibers.

So now I have two dilemmas. One: How on earth do I get the crayon out of my clothes!? Two: How on earth do I get the rest of that crayon our of my dryer!?

As I sit here, my clothes from the second load are hanging all over my living room...and I have nothing to wear for my dinner with a friend that I have to leave for in 5 mintues. Life likes to keep me on my toes!

**UPDATE**

Have I mentioned what a rock star my mom is!? With her help as well as a few internet hints, we think the stains will come out. Maybe tomorrow I will have an additional update with that news! All may not be lost! :)