Human Washing Machine: Day 2

I hate to confess to the people who said "don't do it" but here goes.

I don't think I'm going to wash my clothes by hand (unless I'm desperate)! Not that it was so hard, it's just a pain in the butt. Or, (reconsidering) maybe I need to refine it a bit...
Lets see...
I could do what Anna said : stomp them with my feet
Amanda said: just do the "delecates"
Becca said: don't waste my time

I haven't decided. Hmmm.... well obviously this hasn't yet be resolved in my exhausted-from-finals (eff) brain (which went well by the way, thanks for asking!) My goal in the previous blog was to just do little bits every day, well... its been two days and another load has gone up the hill to the machines. I still loathe the cold, but its warming on me (ha-ha).
I've decided the thing I hate most about washing my clothes by hand is....
Not the writing
the plunging
the scrubbing
the way they turned out

No, its what the fabulous "Arm&Hamer" detergent did to my cute little hands. If there is one thing I hate, its dry hands. To follow that, I really hate moving dry hands over weird cloth...it makes me want to knaw someones ankles (you'll be spared if you don't come to my house the two days after I've done laundry). Thankfully the human body is quite good at restoring... (ahem)...simple squamous epethelium. Its a good thing its not pseudo-stratified-simple-squamous-columnar-epethelium or I'd have to write a big long word....

Anyway... my hands are back to normal now, the laundry is still in a pile waiting to be folded and my e.f.f.-brain is toast. I'll let you all know if I try this adventure in the days to follow (esspecially if it gets colder-yuck.)