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We did ten loads of laundry yesterday. Ten. My mom said, "Didn't you do laundry before you left for Omaha?" No. I was writing a book. And the weather was varied enough between cool and warm that it was really not a problem, what with towels and dustcloths and this and that, to accumulate ten loads of laundry.
This has to be some kind of record for filthiness of three adults living in a house.
Having vanquished Melvin the Laundry Monster, I am now ready to head out to the airport. I should have connectivity while we're gone but probably won't be spending a heck of a lot of time on the internet. So! If you've been Captain Incommunicado lately, now's the perfect time to write me a chatty and leisurely e-mail about what's going on with you, and I will get to read it but answer in a chatty and leisurely fashion myself. Doesn't that sound nice? Of course it does, and now I'm off.
This has to be some kind of record for filthiness of three adults living in a house.
Having vanquished Melvin the Laundry Monster, I am now ready to head out to the airport. I should have connectivity while we're gone but probably won't be spending a heck of a lot of time on the internet. So! If you've been Captain Incommunicado lately, now's the perfect time to write me a chatty and leisurely e-mail about what's going on with you, and I will get to read it but answer in a chatty and leisurely fashion myself. Doesn't that sound nice? Of course it does, and now I'm off.
