Will someone please inform my husband that when he says he’s going to do laundry, that means he has to DRY the clothes as well? And then remove the dry, clean clothes from the dryer and put them into laundry baskets? Let me add IN A TIMELY MANNER, as in, sometime within the same 24 hours that the clothes were washed and dried in?

I went to do my LONG OVERDUE pile of laundry, and now I definitely won’t be able to finish until at least Wednesday because I found some damp, stinky clothes in the washer. They have to be washed again. GRR. This is the 2nd time in 2 weeks this has happened.

In addition, there are some dry clothes in the dryer–who knows how long they’ve been in there?

MAKE IT STOP!!!

(Maybe he’ll listen to one of you, because he surely doesn’t listen to me: davis.1025ATanywhere-is.net)

I’m in one of those “I HATE EVERYBODY” moods now. Please don’t take it personally. I’m just cranky and evil-feeling. Perhaps I should go back to bed.

I finally downloaded a LJ client. nappilyn is using this Semagic client, so I thought I’d try it too. It’s pretty nifty.

There are new pictures in my Aidan II album. They’re very cute, if I do say so myself.

And I do say so.

But anyway, back to my regularly scheduled poopy mood. Bye.

So today, I was driving down Broad Street. The speed limit was 55 MPH, and the person in front of me was meandering along at 45 and there was no changing his mind. So, I saw a LONG stretch of clear road and dotted lines on the street and started to pass. This TRIPLE JERK decided to speed up, and NOT let me pass him, and I had to inch my way in between him and the oncoming car so as not to cause a triple accident. Wouldn’t it have been nicer just to a.) drive the bleeding speed limit in the first place or b.) let me go around? The guy was obviously a first-class asshole and probably wanted me to be in the accident so he could laugh. JERK!!

But in other news, here are my quotes for the day:

Monica (Lilia’s 8? year old niece in regards to her uncle Dan): He is a very rude person with bad manners.

From Howard Stern show this morning (DON’T ASK why I was listening to that):
In regards to something gross –
Man: I almost couldn’t finish my Pop-tarts and rootbeer!
Robin: I see you did, though.

So why did I have a dream that a bunch of us folks from church invaded Craig’s house (which naturally, wasn’t really his house) and his mom was there and there were 2 rooms with tables filled with food–I’m talking like THANKSGIVING spreads??? It was crazy, man. I felt bad for invading Craig’s house (unannounced) even though it was just a dream.

Freaky.

Speaking of freaky, my friend Tyler been online for an entire fortnight. Check this out (screen name blurred to protect his privacy):

Has anyone broken this record? I’m amazed his computer ran so long without the connection hiccuping or something like that. Of course, he doesn’t have a 19 month old running around and turning PCs on/off at random and he also doesn’t have a PC. That may have something to do with it.

Random Funny IM