Laundry

I know you are probably thinking that this is gonna be a whole post about how i am buried in piles of laundry. Well i am actually swimming in laundry at the moment, but this is about what i find while attempting to get my laundry caught up.
being married to a machinist and a snuff dipper has really tested me when it comes to doing laundry. i never had to check my pockets before being married, because i did not use them. now i have to remember to go through everything or find the strangest things in my washing machine and dryer! i find drill bits, taps, inserts, candy, copenhagen cans( some empty, some full-talk about a mess), money and the paper i wash is crazy! i used to get so mad at scott for not emptying his pockets first, but then i had to take some responsibility because i don't check either.
well i have an entirely new problem to add to it, a 2 year old! he has recently discovered his pockets and rocks and change and anything else he can find that will fit into those little secret hiding places he calls 'poktets'. He thinks it is THE most amazing thing in the world to put something in his pockets, he gets a funny little grin on his face and does his fake laugh. cute, cute!
so now i have to remember if i don't wants rocks and such bangin in my dryer.....CHECK THE POCKETS!
now i am off to do some of that laundry!