I love my clothesline. The clothes and towels smell so good after their day in the sun. It cuts my electric bill significantly. It makes me feel like a good green and yet old-fashioned woman.
Then on the Fourth of July, my 4 year old daughter Pooh Bear decided to climb my wonderful clothesline. When she slid down, she caught her leg on the bolt for the support piece. After a visit to the ER and 5 stitches, she thought it might be better to avoid the clothesline for now. So, although I love my clothesline, I am now irrationally aggravated with it as well.