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.)

It crowned one of my weirdest accomplishments, which involved winning a Bible quiz at primary school.

Nothing's going to top winning that Real Genius contest though.

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

Maybe not *want* it all the time, but certainly *thinks* of it all the time... o heck, me? Ya, wants all the time, probably cuz not getting any of 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.

:: envy ::