Why is it that I can spend an hour folding the laundry (I let it build up, okay?) but then the ten minutes it would take to put the clothes away seems like the biggest chore in the world?
I love weekends. This one has been deece. Last night we watched
Strangers With Candy on DVD. It was pretty bad, but amusing nonetheless. Today was a beautiful day. I went for a long walk, did some writing at the coffeeshop, got some crap done around the house, cooked a tasty dinner, drank some wine, etc. Am going to blow off whatever homework I have left and sew for the rest of the night. Am out of red wine so am drinking some of the white that has been hanging out in my fridge for several months. It's not so bad and was good with the pasta I made for dinner.
Some assholes threw a bunch of crap in the alley behind our garage and we got a letter from the city (AGAIN!) saying that we had to clean it up within a week. That is not fair. We can't throw this stuff in the trash (building materials--chunks of concrete, particle board, etc.). I'd like to say that I didn't go back there and throw it in the neighbor's yard. I really would. But the fact of the matter is that I'm certain they are the culprits and I didn't have anywhere else to put those chunks of concrete. The city is really hitting us hard. Just this week, in addition to the letter re: random chunks of concrete, we got a letter with a fine for $100 for "reinspection"--I have NO IDEA what that is for. Also we got a letter from a collection agency in Ramsey County asking for $50 for who knows what (unpaid parking ticket, perhaps? Neither Shad nor I know anything about it), and we received notice of an administrative hearing scheduled for early December on the retaining wall issue (we were fined $200 a few weeks ago for not putting up a new retaining wall EVEN THOUGH WE ALREADY HAVE ONE). I am trying not to feel like a victim, but wtf. WTF?!?! I guess I have a few calls to make this week. I am going to send the City of Minneapolis a bill for my time because I truly have better things to do. Like put away the clothes.
Am pleased to hear that Car seems to be getting along fine at reform school, I mean my parents' house in the country. I guess she got into a fight with the dog, but that is to be expected. I'm sure she won. I'm so proud of her.
I sure wish I wasn't addicted to
WEBOGGLE.