I used to kind of like the laundromat. Fascinating people watching, and the tumble dryers are hypnotic.
I've got very good childhood memories of going down to the laundromat & doing our laundry & showering during the winter. (The pipes would freeze solid at least once a winter. Normally 3 times or so.) I was allowed to have bubblegum! And watch network television! These were Big Things.
Joining the happy to be an only child corner.
Your laundromat had SHOWERS, juliana?
Your laundromat had SHOWERS, juliana?
Every laundromat in AK that I've been in had showers. Necessary when half the population doesn't have running water.
My laundry is now happily tumbling in the dryer. 30 more minutes to kill.
Did I mention that I left my book at home? Yeah.
You people are all making me VERY VERY GLAD that I'm an only child.
It's not all bad. One December my older sister and brother tortured me for days by not letting me help them with the igloo they were building. When I woke up Christmas morning, I looked out the window and written in food coloring on the top was a big Merry Christmas. It was my present.
We used to torture Han Solo in the freezer and on the turntable, Victor.
We used to torture Han Solo in the freezer and on the turntable, Victor.
I feel less alone.
Really, action figure mutilation is a perfectly normal childhood phenomenon.
Megan, awwwww!
ETA: I forgot to mention that my beloved hair stylist did an even better than normal cut today. It's sassy and cute and I luvre it.
Not worth pictures; I doubt anyone else would even be able to tell the difference. But I'm happy about it!