Today, because I spent one evening ladling freezing cold water out of a full, broken washer,
(It can't handle 8 towels and a couple pairs of jeans? Puhlease. Wimp washer.)
and then I got to ring out the freezing cold water out of 8 towels and a couple pairs of jeans,
and then I spent another evening removing my broken washer for another one,
(and two kids intermittently peed the bed. Why? WHY?)
and I have been otherwise up to my elbows in thinset,
(well, not right now because you know, I like my keyboard 'n all)
and will spend tomorrow up to my elbows in grout,
I wanna talk about things I do like. Love, in fact.
First up? Music. I'm kind of sort of totally absolutely obsessed with music.
right here. If you want a disc that you like most if not all of the songs-- this is the album for you. Love.
(psst: their new album arrives next week. Squeal!)
Favorite right this very second song? Right here.
Fave band of all time?
Right here. Have I professed my love for Blue October to you yet? I've been listening for years. Same songs. Love their old stuff, love their new stuff. Try out this song. And this one. And this one, too.
Shows? You know I love me some shows, and I've been O.D.'ing on a few.
You knew I was gonna say that, didn't ya? It's only a slight obsession, umkay?
So when I was suffering from withdrawal from sucking down every.single.episode of Damon & Stefan, I turned to:
Go kick some snooty, Hampton butt, Amanda. Or Emily. Whatevs.
And last but not least, food. Because that's what it always come down to with me.
right here. I am making it every week. And I'm not getting sick of it. It's crack pasta.
And that's all for now. Wish me luck with the grout tomorrow, would ya?