When we arrived in Brazil Eric showed me how to use the washing machine, but I guess I didn't listen very well. Somehow I figured that white meant hot and black meant cold and for the first month we lived here that is how I washed everything. I got a little frustrated when a few times chocolate didn't come out of the girls shirts on the first washing. Well I finally took a look at the machine and realized that I had been washing everything on the wrong temperature all month!
I guess black mean hot and white means cold. Oh well at least I didn't ruin anything!
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