A bit less starch next time, okay?
Doing my laundry last night at the machines, got side-tracked by helping out with dinner (we're on a tapas kick right now). Head down after supper, expecting my clothes to have been taken out of the dryer and piled on top of one of the machines. Instead, when I get there, they've all been folded by some sweet older lady. Geez, even I don't fold my clothes. As well, this woman points out that two of my articles are still somewhat wet, and that I should probably hang them up for awhile. Um, thanks.
So, in the future, for me to get free laundry service, I should probably clean my loads on Sunday night. I've got to write that down.
Monday, September 13, 2004
Rantings of an almost middle-aged man-child. Lowly tech-writer by day, but amazingly virile superhero when I dream.
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