I'd rather clean out someone else's fridge rather than mine.

Always would rather clean someone else's stuff. Or at least, organize it. I think I would rather do my own laundry, and clean my own bathroom. But sweeping, dusting, vacuuming, organizing? Other people's is better.

Oh, VW - the Buffista Cookbook came in handy the other day.

YAY!

Meara, c'mon over. Sweeping, dusting & mail organizing is in HIGH demand in my wee apartment. What about putting laundry away? For some reason, when I get back from the laundromat, I have no energy/desire to put the stuff away, so it just piles up too. Which explains the constant state of wrinkles.

What about putting laundry away?

When I was at my cousin's this summer, I learned her her shorthand on her to do list for folding and putting away laundry. It's FPAL. And, being warped by my dear Bitches, it took me a REALLY long time to figure out what F-PAL meant (as that's how she says it). This is my sweet fundamental Baptist cousin...I couldn't imagine that she was talking about a fuck-buddy, but I couldn't think of what else it could possibly be. But, nope. It was Fold and Put Away Laundry. Some days she just needs to PAL. Cracks me up.

The garage sale of G'ma's stuff is almost done. They made just over $1000 but Aunt J said it wasn't worth all the effort. And she's said this has motivated her to go through all of her stuff. Mom said she was thinking about all of her stuff and now is more motivated.

{{Daniel and Andi}} I hate dealing with car crap.

I've done a bit more unpacking this weekend. I'm at the point where I can't do any more because I need my desk to be delivered. Good part is that I only have 2 more boxes to unpack. Yay! I still need to find places for some stuff, but not a lot.

Now, I need to get rid of boxes and I think I will be doing that tomorrow.

Meara, c'mon over. Sweeping, dusting & mail organizing is in HIGH demand in my wee apartment. What about putting laundry away? For some reason, when I get back from the laundromat, I have no energy/desire to put the stuff away, so it just piles up too. Which explains the constant state of wrinkles.

Heh. Only if you're prepared to do the same at my apartment, see...

I'm very good at folding the laundry, but very bad at putting it away.

When I move into a new place here, I'm both going to be buying crazy amounts of stuff, and I also think I want to unpack things and get rid of them, both...I tried to get rid of a lot of stuff before I moved, but some of it I gave up on.

Well, shoot. I think I'm pooping out. The good news is, I got stuff done (including responding to student e-mails). The bad news is I'm gonna miss Desperate Housewives! How tragic!

Annabel has just discovered Google Earth.

She came downstairs from an aborted attempt at a nap just as I'd finished downloading it to this laptop. I was going to play around with some of the older European maps, refresh my memory of a crossroads I'd chosen for the next scene of my WIP. But when Annabel caught sight of the view of the U.S. that comes up when the software launches, she exclaimed that it was like her puzzle--the 50-state puzzle her grandma bought her back in August. She proceeded to bring me the pieces one by one, at which point I'd search for the state in question so she could compare the puzzle piece to the map.

Eventually I'll get to look up that crossroads town with convenient wooded hill for concealing a small body of troops....

OK, SO FUNNY--so, I mentioned on LJ I'd been invited to a cupcake decorating party by one of the people I met last night.

I get online just now, and my ONE QUEER FRIEND in town is like "OMG, is it the same cupcake decorating party I'm invited to?" and it IS! Hee. Go, Seattle! (Apparently J worked with the girl throwing it for a week, and won't know anyone else there! How funny is that??)