In fact, my children will be doing laundry for me, as soon as they are tall enough to reach the buttons on the washer.

My mom's smiling down on you from heaven, flea.

In fact, my children will be doing laundry for me, as soon as they are tall enough to reach the buttons on the washer.

Oh absoLUTEly! Reasonably large and healthy children should also be put to work taking out garbage and carrying groceries. There is no reason for parents to do those things.

And when they grow up they can do things like chose hardwood floors because they DESPISE vacuuming. Until then, however... get on it, punks.

That should be pretty soon, right, flea?

ION, Kate Winslet and Sam Mendes split up.

I was 10 or 12 when I learned to do laundry. Whenever I got picky about what I wore to school.

I have a lot of chores to do today. Doing them would we make me happier, but I can't seem to get started

As a kid I LOVED ironing. Mom loved having linen napkins and table clothes, so ironing them was my job. Both she and my grandma also carried hankies and I got to iron them too.

After mom passed away, I discovered that she still had quite a collection of hankies. I washed then and reminisced as I ironed them. Only time I've ironed anything since we moved.

Casper, I think maybe at 8 or so. Dillo has a ways to go. I think I am going to teach Casper to vaccuum the living room tonight, actually.

Compared to my own mother, I am incredibly lax. I was doing the dinner dishes at 6. On a chair, I assume. She got a dishwasher the year I went to college. I also packed my own school lunch starting at 6 (Casper could manage this if she were more awake in the mornings.)

It's possible I have a little too much clothing.

I'm sorry, what language did you just start typing in? Because I couldn't understand that sentence.

I don't like ironing, but I'll resort to it if the ruffles on a skirt are wilting. Otherwise, the damp washcloth in the dryer works well enough.

ION, Kate Winslet and Sam Mendes split up.

That makes me sad.

Plei, have you had that permanence problem with Sam (I can't actually type that without smiling) that the blogger mentions?

No, but I also rarely leave color on for more than a day. 48 hours, tops.

In my head, "Sam" is a sort of faded denim color. I assume that's not the case with this polish.

The faded denim is Jo. Which is also Zoya, and wears like iron.

I would *so* wear that. Shiny!

Manglaze. Matte is Murder. That's basically the color described.

I have an iron. Somewhere. I like to iron. I've even used an actual iron iron (I got it hot on the stove). My mother's got a great ironing board. I am not sure where my ironing board (it's a mini) went, so I don't iron. Alas.

I didn't even know they were married until you all told me during the Oscars.

I have this one thing I have to explain ALL the time at work to students/customers/employees, and I swear if I have to explain it again, I am going to explodiate. We have tuition benefits at our University. If you take a college class (with some restrictions) here, you fill out a waiver form, your supervisor signs it, no money changes hands.

However, if you take a non-credit class, the class is eligible for tuition reimbursement. That means (which I feel is apparent from the word reimbursement) that you PAY ME, and then get reimbursed at the end.

I register people for non-credit classes. I am theoretically not supposed to explain their benefits to them. However, benefits points them at a densely written HR policy that actually uses the word WAIVER meaning the reimbursement form, and they do not change this when I point it out. It is a really dumb policy, but there is no way in heck I am letting people all over the university take a course, get their reimbursement and then chase them down and make them pay me.