I'm hygienic like that.
Point the second: I've noticed that when I do laundry, my kids wear their favorite clothes first. And I can predict exactly what will happen. There will be the weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth when his/her favorite jeans/t-shirt is in the hamper in Newtopia while we're unpacking the suitcase in England.
So I'm confiscaing their clean clothes. I take them out of the dryer, fold them, and pack them into suitcases that I'm hiding in my study.
I don't care if my children spend the next two days wearing their pajamas--I'm not washing those damned clothes again.
Point the third: Hey church! Enough with the rehearsals and the Evensongs, already!
I guess we have to be ready to do this in great big English cathedrals, but three Evensongs in a row? Who's going to attend? We might have to bus up
Point the fourth: Really? With the white blouses and the black pants? Really?
How many white blouses do they think I own? Or summer-weight black pants? Because the answer is none.
I mean, how much time do I want to spend looking like the waiters from a Parisian bistro?
Point the fifth: I posted this BeautyHacks entry this afternoon. The typing and the formatting, it took hours. Cutting and pasting emails left me with really huge spaces
and hinky formatting
problems. Which took forever to
fix. So please read it. It's interesting! Really! I quote bloggers who are (justifiably) more popular than I