Silly Bandz are driving me crazy.
And if you have no idea what Silly Bandz are, then count yourself lucky and just know that someone out there is now a quadrillionaire thanks to patenting a bunch of oddly shaped rubber bands.
Excuse me, silicone bands. Or BandZ, as it were.
Despite the fact that I will not buy them and that they have been banned at school, Silly Bandz have still managed to find their way into the house, thanks to the apparently awesome bartering skills of my children.
As I was emptying the dryer last night, Francie came pounding down the stairs wanting to know if I had washed her plaid shorts yet.
I was grabbing them from the dryer drum as she was speaking.
Turns out she left all her Silly Bandz in the pocket, and since I was not the one who put the load in the washer, the pockets went unchecked and the Silly Bandz enjoyed a trip through the wash/dry cycle.
She started unloading the dryer with me, digging around for the bands the whole time. She was having good luck, but a few were missing and one had snapped.
Then, with a sigh of relief, she pulled out one of the knock-offs she had scored that was in a "christian" shape. She held up a misshapen-looking man and said,
"Well, at least Jesus made it through the dryer!"