I think the deciding factor in choosing to rent our current place was the W/D in the master bedroom walk-in closet. Which I swear is the size of my sophomore year dorm room.

Tonight at the baseball game Annabel tested my assertion that I don't care if her clothes match. She wore a pink-and-fuchsia striped shirt, orange shorts, RED socks, and black shoes. (I had no input into this outfit, since I go to the games straight from work, meeting DH and AB there.) Apparently she needed a last-minute outfit change just before they left, and that combination was what she was willing to accept.

so, basically, everyone's telling me that since I now have a washer and dryer, I'll never get laid again?

Heh. No, but it does make me wonder if I can use them tomorrow while I help you...;)

I would not want to have to schlep stuff ot a laundromat--i've always either had a washer/dryer in the place (if a house) or in the building. If it were "w/d in house and no sex vs in building with sex" I'd definitely go for the sex. But...laundromat? That might test me.

Heh. No, but it does make me wonder if I can use them tomorrow while I help you...;)

of course! I mean, after mine's done. Just kidding. I don't have anywhere to put the clean laundry yet! You are welcome to bring laundry. full size, BAY-BEE !!

maybe it's a matter of when was the last time you had sex, and do you have prospects for sex in the future. Laundry is laundry. Either way it's a chore. Yes, in the house, much less of a chore.

Congratulations on the house, Vortex!

Does it come with a Lard Jar?

Speaking of lard, I discovered after the fact that the city of Manteca, where I spent a hellishly hot weekend watching Little League, means lard in Spanish.

Why would anybody name their town "lard"?

maybe it's a matter of when was the last time you had sex, and do you have prospects for sex in the future.

With kids there's also the issue of when did you start the last load of laundry, did anyone remember to get it into the dryer, and do you have time to throw in another before bed?

I'm just mad at popular culture for perpetuating the lie that men want sex All The Time.

Truth be told it was less than three weeks ago the last time I had that feeling of having had enough sex. I'm a big whiny baby who should stfu.

That is, used to a washer/dryer, not Alan Cumming in my bunk.

See what you've done? I can see Plei rubbing her hands together and cackling gleefully even now.

Oh, God, Kristin beat me to it.

Speaking of lard, I discovered after the fact that the city of Manteca, where I spent a hellishly hot weekend watching Little League, means lard in Spanish.

Why would anybody name their town "lard"?

...maybe they came from Greece? Or had a wife named Marge?

(!!! Homer!!! Homer did it!!!)

I'd happily schlep my clothes to the laundromat if I could get laid on a regular basis.

Laga is me!

And me! And me! ....I mean, not that I'm oblivious to the goodness of having one's own washing machine - I do thoroughly appreciate my washing machine (having spent a summer in Romania where we had to do the washing in the bathtub, OldSkool, and would have been grateful even for one of those scrubby board things from Ye Olden Days, or for proper washing powder, Laundromats not being an option).

But, yeah - access to washing machine versus regular sex with someone I fancied? That's about as much of a contest as, as, as a thing that isn't even slightly a contest at all.

PS

I am not here, incidentally. Clearly. Because I am working. Hard.

gets back to grind stone.

I'm sure I've told the story of the fellow named Gareth whom I once met who grew up in the cornfield heartlands and got sent to the principal's office on his first day of kindergarten because the teacher thought he was defying her and telling her a made-up name instead of his real name, because everyone knew there was no such name as Gareth.

My older brother's name is Gareth. Just for the fun of it.

My sister loves squash. I've only ever thought of it in terms of "at least we don't have to chase the balls that far" terms.

Ooh, yes. One of the things I like about it. The other being that I can (or could, when I was fit enough) beat people notably stronger and faster by virtue of better skill and strategy.

I hate it when people responding to an email from me misspell my name, even though it's right there in my signature. Yes, I understand that you're from Europe and you spell it with an "s" not a "z". Regardless, I spell it with a "z" and it's RIGHT THERE. I also hate it when people I don't know call me by a diminutive. I'm Elizabeth, all four syllables.

How hard can this be? It's the name of the Queen of Great Britain. (And of Australia, still.)

The only ones who get to call me Lizzie are people I've slept with and still like.

And by remarkable coincidence, the Queen enforces the exact same rule.

Randomly, does anyone know how the name Vashti is pronounced? I always said "vahsh tee" but my cousin says "vahsh tye". (It's from the Bible, Book of Esther.)

I knew that! It crowned one of my weirdest accomplishments, which involved winning a Bible quiz at primary school. (The final round had 20 questions, and Vashti was the answer to the first question.)