One More Thing

Danny, one of my friends from library school, is coming to visit us on Tuesday. I spent the day preparing for his visit by cleaning.

I scrubbed the guest bathroom, trying to get rid of live mold if not permanently ingrained mold stains. I tidied up the living room, putting away clutter that has been on the bookshelf and fireplace for months. I made my office look more like a bedroom by putting sheets on the bed and moving out a few of my things that might get in the way.

After all this, I took a break, had some lunch, and walked to the co-op with John. As we were walking back into the house I saw that John's bag had sprung a leak. John was ahead of me and he was letting the bag leak on the floor. "John!" I called out. He turned to look at me, and as he did he moved the bag towards the bed. "Not on the bed!" I yelled. But it was too late. The bag had leaked on the bed, too. John immediately saw what was going on and took the bag back outside.

Up until that point, we both thought the leak was milk. It was actually beer.

The good news is that the beer that did get on the bed didn't soak all the way through the duvet cover. Since the duvet itself will not fit in the washing machine I'm not sure what I would have done if it had gotten dirty. But the cover is in the wash, and Danny has escaped having to sleep in a bed that smells like beer.