i wash my sheets every week is that too much

Bucky wrote:i wash my sheets every week is that too much

Key piece of data missing--how often do you change your sheets?

by 'change' to you mean throw them out and buy new ones??

I mean take them off the bed and put on clean ones.

Oh, aren't we grand, with two sets of sheets. "Oh, oh, no more buttered scones for me, mater. I'm off to play the grand piano!"

what do you think it throw the whole mattress into the washing machine

Actually I had planned on washing my teenage son's comforter (which is a pain, since my own washer isn't big enough to do this, so I don't do it nearly as often as I should).

Upon closer inspection, I decided to throw it out and get a new one. Some things don't hold up well to a detailed examination.

Every year for about a month straight, I'll sweat profusely during the night and my sheets will be drenched to the point where I can literally wring out sweat from them. So gross.

prolly biorhytm stinkbugs

this is a Friday thread kind of thing but my memory isn't that long

Bucky wrote:what do you think it throw the whole mattress into the washing machine

No. I was wondering if you say change the sheets on Sunday and Thursday, but wash both sets of sheets at the same time. Or maybe changing yours sheets everyday and washing all seven sets once a week.

just run around your house with the hose

are we still talking about changing sheets? rock bottom

Do you prefer oil or mayonnaise in your linens?

There's a great new TV show called "The Wire" -- has anyone seen it?

Anyone have an opinion on drivers who ride the left lane?

Anyone familiar with the area around 22nd and Carpenter in the city? I basically know it but am not over there often.

The person renting it said it's very kid-friendly with a park nearby, but who knows.

Also, Sidecar.

Bill McNeal wrote:Anyone have an opinion on drivers who ride the left lane?

They're the same inconsiderate blockheads who blow up the bathroom at work first thing in the morning.

Won the masters division of a race this evening. Now I'm drinking a golden monkey with my trophy on the bar and everyone wants to touch it. Life is good, man.

Ok, I don't actually have the trophy on the bar. Wish I were in a beer commercial so I could.