...no not really, but you might after you read this.
My husband, who has brain damage, no really is wonderful, did a bunch of laundry and other cleaning-type stuff in addition to riding herd on the MFA children while I graded papers today. Toward the end of the day he kind of came unhinged a little, as evidenced by his giving me the crazy eye and informing me in chilly tones that he was trying to clean (I had had the temerity to remove a small saucepan from the cabinet and place it on the stove for a cup of hot cocoa). So I sent him to take a nap in his desk chair play WoW for a bit while I threw dinner together and took over the laundry and child-herding.
I noticed that the washing machine was making that "one of these things just doesn't belong here" noise as it ran, but thought it might've been the button on a pair of jeans and ignored it. Then, while the chicken for my enchilada bake I gave the recipe for on Twitter was simmering in the sauce with the onions and garlic, I went to switch the clothes into the dryer.
As I pulled the load of wet clothes out of the front-loader, something metallic clanked and clattered, and bluish-white light flickered inside the washing machine. I thought maybe it was getting ready to electrocute me, so I shut the power to the laundry room off at the breaker box, then investigated further and found all of these things inside the drum of the washing machine:
He really does have brain damage, y'all.
Guess which of the three objects were still usable after going through the wash?
If you guessed all three, you'd be right. The flashlight continued to work, the lighter lights, and the rubber gasket in the pill fob kept the meds safe and dry.