Drip-Dry

I was doing some laundry the other day. I had just taken all the clothes out of the dryer and brought them into my room to fold and came back to throw in the wet clothes from the washer but there was already something (or rather someone) in there. It was pretty cute. Every time I started to walk away he would climb out and start to follow me and every time I went back to the washer to try to put the wet clothes in he would run over and climb back in. No wonder it takes me three times as long as it should to do my work. I have a cute little helper slowing me down.

Oh, and I know this is random, but for some reason it made me think of the scene in Charade where Cary Grant is in the shower in his suit and he tells Audrey Hepburn that it's "a drip-dry." What a great movie.