happy happy, sudz, sudz

the laundromat is such a happy place. (at least when i go ;)

for a single person, the laundromat provides one of the funnest glimpses into family life. sometimes its fun while you're there, sometimes its fun when you leave & breathe a sigh of relief, that yes, you are going home ALONE thank goodness to peace & quiet.

tonite there was a joint family of kids running up to punch my dryer buttons (2 cute) & playing in the laundry baskets. in fact, one pre-teenage girl was pushing her 3 siblings around in 3 different baskets hooked up like a train. she pushed them around the washing machines twice, & then hopped in for her "brother" to do the same. i think he decided it was too much work so the train ended soon thereafter. they then went & sat in the laundry baskets.

one little guy kept looking to me for attention, so i smiled back. his last antic was to run to the trash can with a pair of underwear that he was stretching as far as it could go, yelling "they're brOken!"

as i said, the littlest girl wanted to push my dryer buttons, for which her parents remonstrated her. she later came up & started shyly playing with some shirts of mine, again seeking smiles. which of course i gave.

they were too cute. it really made me all warm & fuzzy & i came home with warm laundry & a fuzzy heart.

[she glows]