One totally random thought before I go to bed (this has nothing to do with sex or washers/dryers): the Nextel "Push It" commercial is STILL FUNNY.
'Bushwhacked'
Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
OK good because it sounds like a very disturbing Robot Chicken sketch.
Are there any Robot Chicken sketches that *aren't* disturbing? (My favorite: The Great Pumpkin/Charlie Brown.)
I have a W/D in the apartment building. Actually, I've never lived in a place where that's not been the case. That's ruled out many a pretty apartment, but I am lazy and like to be able to dye my hair and do laundry at the same time.
However, when I was a kid and our pipes weren't well insulated, we used to have to go down to the laundromat, do our laundry, and take our showers there during the winter. (Every Alaskan laundromat has showers. It's a Thing. Because many people don't have running water.)
Um. I don't mean that like it sounds.
Jury is out on that one too.
It's a Thing. Because many people don't have running water.
Wacky.
I'm just full of insightful things to say tonight, ain't I?
Every Alaskan laundromat has showers. It's a Thing. Because many people don't have running water.
For some reason, this makes me want to go to Alaska.
Having a washer/dryer in our house doesn't seem like a luxury so much as a requirement. Having someone who washed, folded and put the clothes away? On a regular basis? Who wasn't ME? That might well... okay it wouldn't top sex, but it might help facilitate it.
I'm 2000 posts behind in Natter reading about how many of our localistas hate shopping. I think we may need to organize a SoCal resale (and/or Melrose ave) expedition with my Mom. If there's any hope at all of finding your shopping bliss her name is (my) Mom. Oh plus she would love the hell out of meeting all you guys.
I'd happily schlep my clothes to the laundromat if I could get laid on a regular basis.
So where is this laundromat?
I do not believe in the existence of shopping bliss.
When we get a house, I want a washer and dryer on the main floor. I hate having to ask people, even if it is mostly my mother, to carry the clothes up and down the stairs for me because I can't. I thought I would use the pay machines here, but I usually don't because not only do I have to drag the clothes down a flight of stairs but the detergent and fabric softener too. So, when I go to Mom's on Wednesdays I have Dave put the laundry in the car and wait to have someone there to do the carrying for me.
That all came out much whinier and mememe than I wanted it to be. I should probably get some sleep.
Hon, I don't think that's whiny in the least. It's a very valid and understandable desire, especially when mobility is an issue.