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I think we’re in Kansas

Holy tornado warnings!  It seems like a majority of the country has either been under a watch or a warning since yesterday.  Here in VA/MD we’ve alternated between both.  The severe weather bulletins interrupted my nighttime TV watching enough times that I was well aware of the weather going on outside.  Supposedly once this afternoon rolls around we’ll be in the clear.  Craziness.

I managed to make it to spin class last night, before the bad weather hit, and it was alright.  Different instructor, less fun (ie pop) music, and more focused on low resistance and sprints than hill climbs.  For a majority of the class last night we had the resistance set between 4-8 and focused on high RPMs, whereas the Tuesday class I normally take the resistance never goes below 11.  For me, it’s the high resistance that gets my heart rate up, and not really the fast RPMs.  I suppose in combo the two classes would balance each other out, but if I can only make it to one a week I’d probably pick Tuesday’s.  Also, since more time was spent in the saddle, my hooha is thaaaat much more sore today.  Sorry, had to throw that out there.

So last night, I tried to clean my bathroom, which I thought should involve washing my bathmat.  You know, the thick piece of rug you place outside the shower, to stand on all soaky wet?  Since Pumpkin and I share a bathroom (yes it’s kind of gross but kind of the only option for her litter box) sometimes stray litter gets on it.  So I threw the thing in the washing machine and let it go.  A few minutes later I just kept hearing, thud, thud, thud, and then a crashing noise.  Uh, what?  I ran into the laundry room and every single bottle of detergent and fabric softener had fallen onto the floor, and the washing machine was moving across the floor.

Yeah, so I stopped the washing machine, it was on the last spin cycle anyway, and proceeded to pull a sopping wet bath mat out.  Now it’s hanging over my shower rod, still dripping wet.  I’m hoping it dries soon?  But seriously, why did the washer fail?  And will my bath mat ever dry?  That’s what I get for trying to clean, lesson learned.

I’m off to go stare out the window and look out for funnel clouds.  Tornado warning at work!  Byeya!