putting the knit in shizknitz

At the last minute, I decided to come home for Thanksgiving. I actually rarely comeback to Fresno, maybe twice a year - the last time being in July for Mia’s court thing. I decided to drive today since I figured traffic would be better, but as you see from my post below, it wasn’t quite so. It took me almost 3 hrs and 45 min, which is about 45 min longer than it usually takes. I came home to my mom in a cooking frenzy, as usual, trying to feed me the second I walked in the door.

I also brought my laundry home, college style, since T and I desperately needed to do it (and I have classes on Tues mornings which have traditionally been laundry day). I was very conscienscious about taking things out of the laundry, put them in the dryer, etc. I’m kinda picky about things that I DON’T dry…

We ate early, and I passed out on the couch around 3PM… I awoke at 7PM to find… my laundry folded in the hallway. OH CRAP. I rushed into the dryer to find EVERYTHING IN THERE. Including, my favorite Banana Republic wool sweater I bought regular price a few months ago (and of course, they no longer carry it in the stores). I freaked out.

Note: This conversation is a translation from the Japanese version.

Me: OMG! You dried my wool sweater! It shrank!
Mom: No it didnt, see? Its still wet - once it dries you see.. (she starts stretching it out)
Me: DON’T! OMG Its totally messed up!
Mom: No, no… see? (still streching) besides, this is size SMALL. It’s supposed to be this size.
Me: NO! THIS WAS EXPENSIVE!!! (I’m touching the material) It’s ALL MESSED UP!
Mom: I handwashed it… just so it wouldn’t stretch!
Me: Yeah, but you DRIED IT. IN THE DRYER. Even a dumbass like me knows not to dry wool!

(A few min later, she’s in the living room with my dad)
Dad: Wow, the newspaper is huge..
Mom: Yeah, looks like the Sunday paper. But its Thursday.
Dad: Its for the After-Thanksgiving sales…
Mom: Oh! Shizu, look through the newspaper.. find sale for Republic of Banana. You can find your sweater on sale..
Me: There IS NO newspaper ad for BANANA REPUBLIC. I don’t think we even have one in Fresno!

Okay, gotta go. My mom now is trying to feed me Oden. T, I’m trying to keep her from giving me 2 huge vats of it to bring home.