I'm going to start dropping by Jess's apartment unexpectedly, carrying laundry. (Around dinner time, naturally)
I accept your offer to cook us dinner in exchange for free laundry. Thanks!
Giles ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
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.
I'm going to start dropping by Jess's apartment unexpectedly, carrying laundry. (Around dinner time, naturally)
I accept your offer to cook us dinner in exchange for free laundry. Thanks!
Words my mother did not want to hear when having their septic tank pumped: Oh shit!
(It turned out the truck cracked the driveway slab, so it wasn't that bad. But traumatic enough for my mom that this last time, she made my dad stay home to supervise while she was off in town.)
You want the Kraft mac & cheese, or the Velveeta mac & cheese?
You want the Kraft mac & cheese, or the Velveeta mac & cheese?
Don't forget the cut up hot dogs.
I should say I can't live without the cell (one car + one child + two adults = coordination hell), and that the dishwasher and washer/dryer are also much loved, used, and needed.
Just saw Allyson's announcement about her book. ROCK ON, ALLYSON!
You want the Kraft mac & cheese, or the Velveeta mac & cheese?
Don't forget the cut up hot dogs.
God's own comfort food. Aside from mashed potatoes.
I've been watching the new Doctor Who during my treadmill time. So I decide to go to TWoP to read some snarky recaps of what I have watched, and the hell? What is up with the Doctor Who recaps, I want snark not analysis of the underlying themes and .... can't think of the word for it... some sort of psuedo-poetic musings. At least the House recaps are classic TWoP.
I just remembered one of the really PIA things about line-drying: our part of town had mulberry trees. And grackles.
I also grew up with purple grackle poop. My mom didn't get a dryer until after we were both out of diapers (in the pre-disposable era). Sometimes she reminds us of this. Eventually, that conversation gets around to her ironing her brothers' Army uniforms during WWII.
Mmmmmm, cheese.
I seriously need this guy to finish up so I can go out and get some lunch. I also need BabyMoon to stop trying to kick his way out of my chest, because it's really not comfortable.