Wow am I tired.
Bathroom clean.
Hair shampooed.
Toenails polished.
Rest of flat clean.
Dinner assembled (except for the stuff that can't be).
Sheets changed.
Laundry folded.
Tomorrow:
work until 2
leg wax (ow)
stop at store for forgotten items
race home and assemble remaining dinner items
Tragically the underwire on my favorite bra has snapped. Why? Because I was stupid and forgot to hang dry it and let it suffer in the dryer. Wah. I should just throw it out and not leave it hanging on the closet knob. But I'm so sad. I loved that thing. I hate bra shopping with the heat of a nova, and all the rest of my bras are hideous.
Also, I don't understand how my laundry situation has gotten so out of hand. Suddenly it seems like I've always got 4 loads waiting. I'm also annoyed because the dryer takes about 3-4 cycles to fully dry things and I've got to constantly restart the bloody thing. Have complained to dingbat manager, but not holding my breath until things get bad enough that I have to call and be unpleasant about it.
God, I just want to fast forward to the part where Greg's here.
Bathroom clean.
Hair shampooed.
Toenails polished.
Rest of flat clean.
Dinner assembled (except for the stuff that can't be).
Sheets changed.
Laundry folded.
Tomorrow:
work until 2
leg wax (ow)
stop at store for forgotten items
race home and assemble remaining dinner items
Tragically the underwire on my favorite bra has snapped. Why? Because I was stupid and forgot to hang dry it and let it suffer in the dryer. Wah. I should just throw it out and not leave it hanging on the closet knob. But I'm so sad. I loved that thing. I hate bra shopping with the heat of a nova, and all the rest of my bras are hideous.
Also, I don't understand how my laundry situation has gotten so out of hand. Suddenly it seems like I've always got 4 loads waiting. I'm also annoyed because the dryer takes about 3-4 cycles to fully dry things and I've got to constantly restart the bloody thing. Have complained to dingbat manager, but not holding my breath until things get bad enough that I have to call and be unpleasant about it.
God, I just want to fast forward to the part where Greg's here.