after i post this, i will lock and unlock the doors five times
Our friend Jwan was over one night a few weeks ago and was treated to the spectacle of a discussion that the husband and I were having. These discussions happen often and aren’t arguments or fights, per se, but heated debates on some issue that I’m right about and usually culminates in me informing the husband that he is, in fact, a vulgar term for female genitalia.
The other night’s discussion was about laundry. I do all the laundry in our house and I’m cool with this. Aside from the fact that I haven’t had time to actually do all of the laundry since around 2006, I do find it a relaxing activity due to its mind-numbing repetition. I’m also, if I do say so myself, damn good at it and have a very meticulous folding method. I also have a very particular routine: whites, lights, brights, blacks and greys, darks, jeans, towels and washcloths, sheets. I go in this order every single time. The past few months I haven’t always been able to get to the blacks and greys load and since nearly all of the husband’s socks are black, he found himself socksless one day.
So he and I went back and forth about how many pairs of socks he had and how many he needed and, duh, he doesn’t have any clean socks because I haven’t gotten to the blacks and greys load yet, and how I needed to do a load right now, and how I didn’t know who the hell he thought he was talking to me that way, and why couldn’t I just do a load of blacks and greys first because he needs fucking socks, and how that’s not the way I DO it motherfucker and how he must want all of his socks to burn in a bonfire since he’s talking to his feminazi wife with tinges of Lucy you got some ‘splainin’ to do and how…DUDE…and then I told him that he is, in fact, a vulgar term for female genitalia.
Jwan was practically in tears laughing over both the conversation and my laundry routine.
But all of this brings me to this point: I have a certain routine when it comes to the internet, too, and posting to this blog is somewhere around step 5. And the way things have been the past few weeks, I haven’t been able to get to step 5 because I HAVE to do steps 1 through 4 first. School has hit me harder this semester than I was anticipating and I spend my weekends either doing homework or fretting about homework and always being grumpy about how my weekends aren’t really mine.
It’s stupid and I hate writing posts that only tell you about how I don’t have time to post. But there it is. And blah. I’m tired.
February 27th, 2009 at 11:25 am
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