I've preferred laundromats to apartment building laundry rooms -- the laundromat has more machines and is less creepy, on average, IME. And they have change machines. I do know I've been lucky in that usually the laundromat has been less than a block away, at the furthest.

This is the type of door I'm putting in: [link]

I'm turning into one of those people, aren't I?

Oh, sarameg, nothing pisses me off more than people doing a crap job at what I've paid them to do. Kick them.

Also, nice door.

I didn't pay, but still. The company he hired does a lot of new construction work, so I'm kind of surprised it was so shoddy. So they will hear from me.

Casper is still a little phlegmy but was fine for her birthday party: [link] [link]

Timelies all!

Had a nice day in the city. Met our friends at the American Museum of Natural History. Spent a few hours walking around there. Had dinner at a nice Japanese place near Times Square, then took the train back to our car.

Aw, birthday girl!

Birthday girl! That looks like a fun party.

It was exhausting (but fun). Five very well-behaved little girls for two hours and I needed the rest of the day to recover. I cannot imagine how anyone teaches kindergarten.

And in the afternoon, we got to make shrinky dinks (one of the gifts)!

Shrinky dinks are back! Whoa.