I drink to forget.
Oh, dear. I had better stop obsessing about nuns, and my Big Son`s problems, or everyone is going to stop reading my blog. Hey -- it`s after midnight! I can count this as Monday`s post. Wow, I`m getting ahead of myself here.
I finally surrendered in the laundry war tonight, when our dryer decided it could only run every hour, for just 5 minutes at a time, without shuddering to a halt. I realized that drying a load of damp clothing in hourly 5 minute increments was a lost cause, and I knocked on the neighbors` door, and they invited me to have a glass of wine with them. My kids did not miss me, and Hub dared not ask where I`d been, because I emerged carrying a basket of clean laundry. Good times.
Unrelated funny seasonal story: I was wrapping a Christmas present to a dear friend in Tokyo, for whom I had bought some very pretty dish towels. I found them on sale, so I bought some for myself, and then realized this friend would probably like some, too.
As I was wrapping them, the doorbell rang, and it was a delivery. This very same friend had sent my kids one of those remote control dinosaur robots! I thought, golly, this is a bit more of a weighty present than the dishtowels I was wrapping for her. So I emailed her immediately, and she assured me she didn`t try to make me feel inadequate on purpose. My boys are going to love the dinosaur -- especially Hub. And I do hope she enjoys her dishtowels, too.
This friend still can`t read my blog at work, because she works for the financial services company that has started blocking it. Coincidentally, my younger brother had a global IT information security job with this very same company. I asked him, like, what the hell?
He doesn`t exactly know -- and of course he asked for the link to my blog. So I told him, so now I can`t tell stories about him. Oh, well.
(Dear Bro, if you`re reading this, and you tell Mom about my blog, I will have to kill you. No, even worse -- I will reveal my name, which is our rare family name, thereby exposing myself as your sister. You wouldn`t want that, would you? WOULD YOU? Of course not. Please figure out a way to get my friends past the firewall. Thank you. Love, Sis.)
Okay, I`m off to fold my gloriously dry laundry now.
See, all I need is a couple glasses of wine, and I`ve forgotten all about our trouble with nuns.
I finally surrendered in the laundry war tonight, when our dryer decided it could only run every hour, for just 5 minutes at a time, without shuddering to a halt. I realized that drying a load of damp clothing in hourly 5 minute increments was a lost cause, and I knocked on the neighbors` door, and they invited me to have a glass of wine with them. My kids did not miss me, and Hub dared not ask where I`d been, because I emerged carrying a basket of clean laundry. Good times.
Unrelated funny seasonal story: I was wrapping a Christmas present to a dear friend in Tokyo, for whom I had bought some very pretty dish towels. I found them on sale, so I bought some for myself, and then realized this friend would probably like some, too.
As I was wrapping them, the doorbell rang, and it was a delivery. This very same friend had sent my kids one of those remote control dinosaur robots! I thought, golly, this is a bit more of a weighty present than the dishtowels I was wrapping for her. So I emailed her immediately, and she assured me she didn`t try to make me feel inadequate on purpose. My boys are going to love the dinosaur -- especially Hub. And I do hope she enjoys her dishtowels, too.
This friend still can`t read my blog at work, because she works for the financial services company that has started blocking it. Coincidentally, my younger brother had a global IT information security job with this very same company. I asked him, like, what the hell?
He doesn`t exactly know -- and of course he asked for the link to my blog. So I told him, so now I can`t tell stories about him. Oh, well.
(Dear Bro, if you`re reading this, and you tell Mom about my blog, I will have to kill you. No, even worse -- I will reveal my name, which is our rare family name, thereby exposing myself as your sister. You wouldn`t want that, would you? WOULD YOU? Of course not. Please figure out a way to get my friends past the firewall. Thank you. Love, Sis.)
Okay, I`m off to fold my gloriously dry laundry now.
See, all I need is a couple glasses of wine, and I`ve forgotten all about our trouble with nuns.
posted by L. at 12:06 AM
9 Comments:
you are so much fun! hehehe
Why are we up? It's daytime for Andrea - we just emailed back and forth but I figured you had better sense than me.
Talking of funny present wrapping stories:
http://www.anthologise.com/johnvslaura/
That's a short, short film I made on the subject. Feel free to share the link, or pop it on your blog, as the film has only one more week to show before it isn't seasonal any more!
Happy holidays
just that half a box of SEE's would do it for me... nice girl to leave it behind!!!
I think I love you.
Drinking makes every thing better.
Marko wants one of those robot thingies as well. I think I'll get him one.
I am going to google your last name and try to find out who your brother is. Tee hee!
I have to wrap my mother-in-law's gifts and send them now! Eek!
does anyone in San Francisco have a good washer and dryer set? I think there's a conspiracy going on with all the corner laundromats. Glad your neighbors are so awesome.
Well, we did have an issue with our washer (http://www.sinasohn.net/notebooks/200509260100.html) but now everything seems to be working okay. I hate going to laundromats so much that once, when I was renting a place, I actually paid for a plumber to come install pipes and everything to put in a washer and dryer. Made the landlord happy and I didn't have to go out to wash my clothes. Cheaper than just buying new underwear all the time (which I think I did anyway because I'm really that lazy.)
The threats to your brother are hilarious and I LOVE new dishtowels!
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