First loading of laundry in dryer and drying. Second load of laundry in washer and washing. Dishes in the magic wall box and ... magicing?

Kittenish has totally burrowed into the pile of previously cleaned laundry that was never put away. I only see her tail.

I am wavering on whether I can take out her recycling to the car in bright floral jammy pants unmatching printed top and ... dithering. I look like a six-year-old dressed me. In the dark. After losing a bet. Out of spite.

Dishes in the magic wall box

This gives me an image of a dishwasher up off the floor so that the racks are easy to get at, instead of all the bending and stooping.

An interesting idea. Build a platform to raise one about 18 inches, and put a storage area in the bottom. Hmmm.

ETA: I'm sure this exists. if they build wall ovens, why not wall dishwashers?

I know they make countertop dishwashers, so why not?

I have no porny laundry, and I am doing many chores, in theory. I wish I had a magic wall box.

But! I finally have a picture of my new short hair. I donated ten inches to Locks of Love, and after the straightening and layering it is the shortest it's ever been. I'm trapped right in between thinking it's awesome and thinking it looks horrible. I trust that Hec (and others) will steer me right.

Plus, now I'm a "real" person, and not just an internet person! I feel cool.

I think it's very cute. And go you!

Hec will no doubt have more detailed commentary.

I need to do this as well. In theory.

Now I know where my motivation's got to! In Theory!

ION, 'Career' is a weird-lookin' word. At least it is now. Hey, does anyone here remember what the title is of recruitment consultants who go approaching companies and otherwise looking for a job for you?

bt!

eta, re your actual post: Headhunters?

Hec has given me a special request that I pass along a story one of my friends just told me, and see if you can guess the ending.

The story:

My friend works for a catering company, and two weekends ago they worked a wedding with a whiny, overentitled, gripey Bridezilla from Hell, who was also one of those people who isn't content with just having a wedding but has to have a wedding with a Theme, as though it were a 6-year-old's birthday party.

So, this bride's theme was Butterflies. And she wanted masses of beautiful fluttery insects released into the open air at the moment she and her groom were declared Married. But somewhere along the way, she got the bright idea that butterflies alone were not magnificent and poetical enough for her, so she contacted an exotic insect supplier (n.b.: the wedding industry in the US? Seriously wack), and at the moment the officiant pronounced them husband and wife, many many pretty little net boxes were opened and hundreds of butterflies were released, followed by more net boxes and hundreds of pretty jeweled dragonflies.

What happened next?

An interesting idea. Build a platform to raise one about 18 inches, and put a storage area in the bottom. Hmmm.

This is the first time I have had a dishwasher at all in about a decade, so it is still just magic to me.

Took the recycling to my car. In jammies.

Time to swap the laundry and get to folding and hanging the clean stuff.

Pandemonium!

Also, a fine, fine wedding banquet for the dragonflies?

What happened next?

The dragonflies ate the butterflies?

The dragonflies swarmed the happy couple and forced them to retreat indoors? Or, in a surprise move, ate the bride?