Hey howabout that, looks like links get pushed all the way to Sunday this week. I wouldn't say they're in danger of not happening at all. Yet.
Tonight was Julie's birthday party at 'disiac - a smallish but very nice joint off of Ninth somewhere in the 50's. Very neighborhoodish but still very NYC metrocool. Patio out back was bigger than the bar room up front, and we had a row of tables on one side of the patio reserved. Nice crowd, took off early to get home and work on tomorrow's lesson, the last of the year. Gave 3 of the Hoboken gals a lift home, swung and missed, got home, ordered chinese, did the lesson, and...here we are.
I hate folding laundry. I really do. More than any other house chore, I hate folding laundry. I don't mind doing the laundry, separating it, getting it to the dryer, to the basket...but I am so incredibly averse to actually folding it. Many weeks I end up needing to iron a good number of t-shirts because they sat in a wrinkled ball with the rest of the laundry for far too long.
This is my dresser. It serves, basically, as a stand for clean, unfolded laundry. I hate folding laundry. This is what I need a girlfriend for - to fold my laundry. That's about it.
Also, this afternoon, J left a cup of ice water on our glass dining room table. The sunlight caused steam to come off the bottom of it, which was cool. Hard to get a good picture of, but still cool.
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