So I “multitasked” for work this morning. There were no concalls scheduled (SHOCK!) and most of the boss-types were out doing a “day of caring” (um, how ’bout a little for your slave labor vendors, eh?), and all’s quiet on the Western front. So I took my Bluetooth & phone, and my ginormous bag of quarters, and headed to the laundrymat to do some sorely overdue laundry.
I can’t believe I’m actually writing this down, but I haven’t done laundry in nearly two months. Three things enable me to do this, really.
1. I bought a ridiculous amount of underwear at a clearance sale a while back.
2. I work at home.
3. I bought a ridiculous number of yoga pants from a clearance sale not too long ago.
But when you run out of undies, it’s time to head to the ‘mat.
Who knew it was so busy on a Friday morning at work? I did my wash (yay for triple loaders!), stuffed things into the dryer, fed an ungodly amount of quarters in and headed to the farmers market. Oh, I also finished most of the other Fetching mitt, and hope to finish off the set tomorrow sometime. /obligatory knitting content
Have any of you had ground cherries? They’re awesome! I gather they’re a cross between a strawberry and a tomatillo or something, but whatever their heritage? So good! They taste a little like kiwi strawberry to me. Or maybe the pink diamonds in a bowl of lucky charms. I got a pound, but maybe I should’ve gotten more. The’re just really a unique and nummy fruit-thing.
After a quick run through the farmers market (mmm pecan white chocolate scone for breakfast yum), I hit the regular store for a few other things, including peanuts for the pair of thieves robber barons Stellars Jays that are visiting my yard. They looooove the peanuts. I hope I’m not giving them something that will make them sick – they’re just unsalted roasted peanuts in the shell. They’re just so full of character…I like it when they visit my yard.
After getting everything but the pack of smokes I went in for, I went back to the ‘mat. Where most of my things were dry. I did my usual haphazard folding, which is mostly just to ensure that everything fits in the giant Ikea Laundry Bag of Potential Shoulder Dislocation, when one of the older ladies standing at the folding table began taking me to task. “Oh, dear. What will your young man say when you bring him home all these clothes that are so wrinkled?”
…uh, what?
“Honestly. You should take more pride in your wifely duties.”
…bzuh?
“It’s a shame that young women these days are so lacking in essential skills.”
And here is where I began to get pissed. While I don’t have a degree, because I put myself through school and petered out after my third year of forty hours a week at a job and 18 credit hours too, I’ve done pretty damn well for myself. I pay for my own housing, car, food, etc. I am teaching myself to cook, albeit super slowly. I taught myself to knit, spin, make candles, tried a batch of cold process soap once (let’s not talk about that again though m’kay?) and keep house (poorly). I make more money on my own than my parents ever have together or alone, and I’m including my mom’s second husband in this equation, and I’m an independant person who tries to contribute to society in what small ways I can.
Whether or not I can fold clothes well or iron shouldn’t fucking matter at this point.
I haven’t had coffee yet, so perhaps I can be forgiven for snarking back. “Actually, my girlfriend doesn’t care what the clothes look like.”
Shock! Horror! Picking up and moving of things away from someone who might transmit Teh Ghey!
Now, disclaimer – I don’t actually have a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend, a spouse, a lover, a partner, or an interested party. I should be so blessed to share my bed and/or my life with someone, but I’m a cranky wench before (well, and after, if I’m honest) coffee, and honestly. What bidness is it of yours, bitch?
*breathes deeply and exhales* I finished my stuffing of the bag, and sailed out of there with my head held high, and eyebrow set on maximum distain. I’m sure it was quite the discussion point for all the older folks in the ‘mat, but one lady caught my eye and winked at me when I left, which made me smile.
And then I came home and hung everything up and let the wrinkles take care of themselves.