Choose your towels carefully

Friday evening was certainly not the first time I'd considered my favoritism for particular bathroom towels based on color, which of course was correlated with each towel's personality.

The green towel - green, of course, being my favorite color - is the king of all my towels; it is only to be used on days that I expect good fortune. It would be disrespectful to use it otherwise. And it is only to be washed with the smallest amount of bleach in order to preserve its power, exhibited by its rich green color.

The orange towel is a fairweather friend of sorts. I really don't keep up with its best care, but I do appreciate its presence when I am heading out for a trip and it is my last option to pack. We don't have much in common, but I do appreciate its vibrance.

I feel a bit sorry for the yellow towel, as it is somewhat drowned out by has-beens. You see, yellow used to be my favorite color many years ago, so all of my old towels are yellow. Rather, were yellow. They have had more than their fair share of bleaching, so they are a worn out, exhausted shade of yellow. So, while the new yellow towel is promising, it does fall into the unfortunate circumstance of being related to its substandard relatives of mine. It can be difficult for a flower to get noticed when surrounded by weeds.

Blue towel is good for weekends, as it is such a fun-loving color. He gets the light bleach treatment, too.

The red towel, by nature of its color, has control issues. We have come to an agreement that it gets used on Wednesdays, as Wednesdays are when I engage in weekly operations team meetings, and a little back-up of someone (rather, something) with power issues is rather encouraging and sometimes reassuring.

So you can imagine my confusion when I arrived at home on Friday evening and found the floor between my bedroom and record room covered in water. I couldn't use green or blue out of respect... red was in the laundry... I had some has-been yellow and the good yellow and orange. It felt as if I had to pick which child to send to war. Why did this happen? Were the towels really the best choice to remedy the situation? Did I even have the proper towels for such a task?

As this rain continues, I hope we can figure out ways for my towels to maintain their integrity while also taking care of domestic issues.