Monday Morning Musings - Finally Gettin' Around To It

I just finished folding 5 loads of laundry, which probably shouldn't have even been folded because they have been all squished up in the laundry basket for so long. I have about 5 loads of towels that still need to be folded. I have a load in the washer, one in the dryer, and 8 loads sorted but dirty sitting on the laundry room floor. In the book I am reading, it takes place in the 1100's, and there is a monk and he is talking about how it has been like 6 months since he changed his clothes. I am very tempted......but then I read on about how lice and boils are a regular part of everyday life back then, and so I continue to bathe and change my clothes on a daily basis. Good old 21st century living, every things gotta be so clean.

Speaking of laundry.....SOCKS! I don't mate socks. I like my socks to live a celibate life. So I don't buy any cutsie, colored socks. Everyone has white, and everyone has only one kind of sock. That way when I do laundry I just put all Emily's socks in a pile, all of Zac's in a pile, and so on. Then I don't have to worry about there being an even amount or finding the matches. Only problem is they don't sell a package of all white socks for feet of Addison's proportions. That really irritates me. I bought a pack that had mostly white but still had some colored. I am really tempted to just throw the colored one's away.

While we are on the subject of socks being irritating, Steve has sock issues. He has this thing about buying new socks. He usually buys them when he is out of town on a job and feels the need to buy more....for some reason...I don't know. His problem is, he buys a different kind every time. That really goes against my one kind per person rule (he doesn't feel the need to conform to any of my rules, you unruly man you!) (that was said with my fist raised and shaking, just in case you didn't get it right). So if you thought I was irritated by trying to find the matches to Addison's socks, you should see how irritated I get when I have 20 different stacks of Steve's socks all over my laundry room table. Oh no, I'm not even slightly exaggerating. He has 20 different kinds of socks. And he likes to switch 'em up everyday.

I just went back and read that paragraph and I couldn't even make it past the first sentence. You know, the one where I said Steve has sock issues. I hate to admit it, but I could be the one with sock issues.

I bought a couple pairs of new capris the other day. And they both have the kind of waist doer upper things (I don't know what else to call it) that have the zipper, then a button above the zipper, then they have the part that goes over and fastens to the side. You know what I'm talkin' about? Well, I am used to pulling up my pants and only having to perform 2 tasks to get them all done up. Adding a third thing is really throwing me off my game. I find my zipper unzipped quite regularly. Ya know, cause I do the button, do the other fastener, and well, that's 1, 2 things done, and I think I am done. But really, I'm not.

Anyway.......maybe I should talk about something other than laundry.

The other day I Steve and I heard a song. And it was an old song, but someone had remade it. And I said, "Turn that off, they have totally screwed that song up". And Steve had never heard the song before and I said, yes you have to have heard it before, everyone has. And so I sang it for him, but he still said he had never heard it. And he asked me how old it was. And so I started doing the math. And it was from the 60's and, well, do you know that the 60's were FIFTY years ago. I mean, I know I wasn't even alive then (although Steve was), but most of my favorite songs are from then. So that means that the music I listen to is FIFTY years old. And when I think of it that way, it makes me feel really old.

Oh, and Karri Bertrand, if you are reading this, I just saw your comments in my picasa album. E-mail me! I'll put my e-mail in the comments of this post. And anyone else who wants to e-mail me too, feel free!