Ode of Laundry Machine **

Clorox - one more month

I still can't believe the news. TRIPLETS??? Sock keeps asking me to make the salmon dish my aunt Virginia created. Apparently it's the "best thing she's ever tasted". And it had better be! The salmon has to sit for an hour and then it takes half an hour to cook. Then I have to make the sides and add sauce to the salmon until it tastes just right. The whole process takes about two and a half hours, and I have to stay in the kitchen for almost the entire time! I enjoy potatoes. Anyway, Sock orders me to make this for her at least three times a day. I'm glad she likes it. I spend a lot of time and effort making it. 

Only one more month until the triplets are born! Sock likes to call them "her little jellybeans." I think it's cute, but I don't think I want to start calling them that. We've already picked the names; Stewella, Cathraurg, and Jim. I think the names are adorable and will perfectly suit them. I worried about Anne though. When she said she was pregananat, I went straight into panic-mode; I didn't want to have kid(s) with her! I DIDN'T LOVE HER

But then she told me she faked it. I got triggered af. I didn't want her to attack Sock out of jealousy. I wish I had never dated Anne sometimes, or even talked to her in the first place.

Now that I think about it, it doesn't even make sense that she would be pregananat. I never did "it" with her, and even if I had, I would have worn a clothespin. After Sock was finished eating her fourth salmon meal of the day, we decided to hit the hay. The next morning, we went out to the mall, to buy clothes and toys for de bebes. We walked hand-in-hand, fantasizing over our unborn children.

Sock sighed. This was going to be fun. There weren't many baby stores in the mall but the ones that were there were HUGE. We bought little socks, and teddy bears, three cribs, and so many clothes we didn't know where to put them. When we cleared out my old storage room, I found an old toy train that I used to play with when I was young. A tear rolled down my cheek. The faded blue paint brought back so many memories. I tested the wheels. They worked perfectly. JIM CAN HAVE THIS, I thought. I just needed to find something for the other two. I finally came across a stuffed walrus and a green rubber duck. The kids are going to be spoiled rotten!

I looked back at the first time Sock and I met. The big crunch, the sad look on her face, the pouring rain. There is no other garment I would rather share my life with. I came down from the storage room with a heavy box in hand. Sock oohed and aahed as I showed her the stuff I found. Later that night, we put on some smooth jazz music. A book I found said it was good for your pet so I assumed that the babies would like it as well. When the record stopped, I put it back in the case and helped Sock and her giant stomach into bed.

I awoke to a sharp tap on my "back." I opened my eyes to find that sock was sitting upright on the bed, panting like a dog. "The babies" she heaved "They're coming."