Laundry happens pretty much every single day here. I don't do the boys clothes because nasty smelly boys clothes. They have done them since they were tall enough to reach the knobs, with a stool. Our clothes may not be bulky because of the climate, but we change often and most times all 4 of us are involved in some type of sports or physical stuff. Much laundry.
I don't mind doing laundry; I'll do 5 loads before I'd volunteer to do dishes. Bottom line, I really should have a housekeeper. Why oh why is life so hard.
I am a lucky lucky lass in terms of laundry. GF does it and keeps up on it like whoa. She is a manic laundress AIFG.
Plans for today:
Deposit the farewell check my beloved boss gave me yesterday, withdraw enough for Christmas shopping, take Matilda downtown for a picture with Santa, take Hec's iPod to the genius bar at the Apple store, come back and launder, browse a bit of Haight Street while the laundry is laundering, go back up to work to lug more of my crap home, shuffle home at last to curl up, drink eggnog, eat some tasty treats Hec picked up yesterday at the Ferry Building, and fold laundry while watching Project Runway.
I know that she's your friend and everything, brenda, but I have to admit that I almost admire that con artist. He was just so thorough about the whole elaborate tale, with the offers of violence and the 14th-floor spying from his van and the indifferent police and the one conveniently bribeable corrupt cop, and then, to top it off, the final artistic touch of writing incriminating debt confession love letters to himself from her. You can't possibly say the man didn't work for his money.
I mean, I feel awful for anyone who loses such a big chunk of money, but the whole thing is so amazingly straight out of
The Big Con;
I'm a little awestruck that cons, and con artists, like that are still going on.
My shirts, trousers, and the fifties portion of my vintage dresses need to be ironed. I used to send them out for laundry, but that's just watching money leak away.
I like my shirts. I want to be able to wear them. In theory setting up the ironing board in front of the TV and just going at it should take care of it, but I so rarely do. I got a dress and two shirts ironed last week, and that was huge, especially since I only had immediate plans to wear the dress.
I have too many clothes anyway. Laundry issues just remind me of that.
Funny how that doesn't stop me "needing" more.
At home, we have a helper who does our laundry. It's weird stepping back into that culture after having left so long ago. But the upside is I don't have to wash my clothes, so I'll work at getting used to it. Though the real big payoff is not having to cook or squeeze my own oranges. Dude.
Wait, I guess having the house cleaned is big too.
Why am I here again?
I think I'm taking today off due to pain. Pisser.
I'm a little awestruck that cons, and con artists, like that are still going on.
Seriously. And the email thing was genius, you have to give him that.
M is no stranger to drama, so it's not really surprising that she can't even get conned like a normal person.
Ugh, laundry! Such a hassle. I miss have a w/d at the old apartment. I only get it done about once a month.
The line at Target wasn't that bad, all things considering.
I'm pissed, though, that I walked through the whole damn store looking for a can of WD-40, and they didn't have any. How the fuck does Target not have any WD-40?
Hey, sumi--does memory serve me rightly in that you got your guest star wish with last night's NUMB3RS?
Status report: dialing down the Elavil and dialing up the NaCl has not resulted in a noticeable lack of postural hypotension. This morning is bouncy. Time for another salt pill.
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