My brother and I were talking recently about our respective similarities and differences, and I came to the conclusion that if we could somehow combine our assets, we'd make the perfect kid. We're both clever little smartasses, but my brother excels in the "common sense and fiscal conservatism" side of intelligence, while I've always been on the "academic prowess and creative spark" side of things. Hence, Teddy couldn't give a flying rat's ass about his grades but has more money than God in his bank account, and can take one look at a car and figure out what's wrong with it. I envy this. Case in point: I've spent the better part of the last week considering the Everest-like pile of dirty laundry in my room and thinking, "I really should clean up around here since Bill's coming soon." A person with common sense would actually put that plan into motion. Not me. Instead, I've been allowing myself to become distracted while doing the laundry on the rare occasions it occurs to me. Further complicating the matter is the fact that our dryer does not emit heat (stupid gas-powered thing; pilot light won't stay lit), so if one wants to dry one's clothes, one must either run the clothes through the cold dryer (which necessitates running it an average of 6 times to dry 1 load of laundry), or hang it up on the basement line. The basement line is OK, I guess, but clothes always end up feeling kind of crunchy after they dry. Plus I never think to buy clothes pins, so I have to make sure to find the balance point in each soggy piece of clothing before hanging it so it doesn't end up flopping to the floor. This is always a huge problem with underpants. Underpants hate clothes lines. So this morning, once again finding myself at the foot of Mt. Laundry, my eyes straining upward in a vain attempt to see the summit, I resigned myself to the fact that I'm going to have to go to the laundromat tonight. I hate having to spend the money, particularly when I (sort of) have laundry facilities at home, but there's something to be said for having the ability to wash 10 loads of laundry simultaneously. Plus there's the added benefit of being able to people-watch. Laundromats are weirdo magnets. Any of you housemates have anything you need to have washed? Bill gets on the plane in about 7 hours. Yikes!
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