(woeful) I have about 5 more loads. My rattty tee shirts apparently breed like rats when left in the romantic confines of my closet.
David! Yes, I have no TV, so I will be torturing y'all with my trials, tribualtions and tertiary accomplishments.
Mal: Gotta say, doctor, your talent for alienatin' folk is near miraculous. Simon: Yes, I'm very proud.
'Safe'
Natter 31 But Looks 29
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Strix - Jan 11, 2005 12:35:11 pm PST #4903 of 10002
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Maria - Jan 11, 2005 12:35:37 pm PST #4904 of 10002
Not so nice is that I'm about to ruin a Friday morning for a bunch of people because of a series of unfortunate events and an upset foreign government. - shrift
Congrats, Erin! The 12 loads of laundry clearly surpass your other achievements.
(Not really, but I'm jealous. I've been avoiding the washer and dryer for a week and a half now.)
Strix - Jan 11, 2005 12:38:08 pm PST #4905 of 10002
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
That laundry has been around, some of it, for about a year. It was starting to look like a creature from the Cthlulu universe.
It hissed when I poked it with a stick. So I stuck it in some hot water with detergent and this old grimoire I found at the Salvation Army store.
It doesn't hiss anymore, but some of the pants developed a mysterious third leg..
Scrappy - Jan 11, 2005 12:38:40 pm PST #4906 of 10002
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Geez, I think all my and my BF's clothes, plus the sheets and towels wouldn't add up to 10 loads. (I know we do 5 loads of wash a week in a regular washer).
msbelle - Jan 11, 2005 12:38:50 pm PST #4907 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
am pretty well. shouldn't complain. 12 loads is amazing. I shoudl really do laundry this week. hmm. maybe tomorrow.
ok my copies are made for the meeting. we are scheduled to start in 10 minutes, yet no one is here.
Nora Deirdre - Jan 11, 2005 12:39:33 pm PST #4908 of 10002
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
My take on the French press is that you have to have a Disposall in your sink -- to eat up the grinds.
Well, my old roommate dumps her grounds down the un-disposall-ed sink drain every day, and it hasn't hurt the sink, as far as I could tell while living there. She may have dumped the initial mass out in the garbage, but she rinsed out in the sink, no problem.
I don't find the French press to be much work at all, once you get the hang of how many scoops to put in there.
Nutty - Jan 11, 2005 12:46:46 pm PST #4909 of 10002
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
Hm. I was interdicted by vast parental authority never to let coffee grinds go down a sink drain. Under the same powerful injuction as Never Wear A Black Bra Under A White T-Shirt, except for some actual reason besides aesthetics.
Hi, Erin! It has been many a moon. I do less than 1 load per week of laundry, on account of I own hundreds and hundreds of pairs of underwear. Laundromats are not my friends.
amych - Jan 11, 2005 12:47:53 pm PST #4910 of 10002
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
It doesn't hiss anymore, but some of the pants developed a mysterious third leg..
Okay, scary laundry necromancer person, who are you really? We all know Erin doesn't do pants!
Strix - Jan 11, 2005 12:54:59 pm PST #4911 of 10002
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
I have a pair of jeans! And several PJ bottoms....
shrift - Jan 11, 2005 12:55:30 pm PST #4912 of 10002
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
I have triumphed over my voicemail. I have nearly triumped over my e-mail. I should get home before 9 o'clock tonight.
And now it occurs to me that I should take advantage of the unholy asskicking I have given this work day by doing laundry.