My older sister just called me her ‘little sister’ and while this maybe seems completely normal to people with families and siblings etc, it was weird to me. I guess I just never considered that I was someone’s little sister, you know?
PS I have an older sister, if you didn’t know.
Dear Whoever took my laundry out of the dryer before it was done so you could put yours in,
You’re lucky. You know why? I almost opened the door to your dryer so that when you came down to retrieve your laundry, it would be damp and wrinkled, just like mine was after you left it on the table. But I didn’t, I didn’t even leave a note. Know why? It wouldn’t make a difference. You’re probably the kind of person who leaves an empty milk carton in the fridge, aren’t you? You don’t hold the door to the building even though you know someone is coming up the stairs. You ignore a clogged toilet, letting your roommate handle it, don’t you?
I can tell that’s the kind of person you are. Because only that specific brand of jackass wouldn’t wait ten minutes until someone’s laundry was done in the dryer. No, they’d manhandle my clothes and leave them to wrinkle in a pile. I hope you got back to whatever was so important you couldn’t wait ten minutes. I hope in that ten minutes you found a cure for cancer, or stopped a kid from putting his finger in a light socket.
But I’m not mad. Just because I had to lay out my clothing to dry and then iron it is no reason to be peevish, right?
I’m just glad I didn’t inconvenience you. Next time, though, I might not be so nice.
Regretfully yours,
Girl whose laundry you ruined.
I think someone smart once said that we don’t need a new year to start over, every day is an excuse to start from fresh. Or maybe that’s a Weight Watchers slogan or something.
Either way, I’ve made a new start this week, at a new job (same company, different division) and I’m loving it. Of course it’s early days, but aren’t those the days when your impression is cemented? New office, new office supplies, same email.
Oh and did I mention a new cat? She’s not new exactly, still Mango. However, since her return from a month at a friend’s house, she is a different feline. No longer antisocial, she’s happy to let you pet her (!) and hold her (!!). She’s still a spoiled brat, but that’s the way we like her.
This is not a new years resolution post.
I’m in one of those moods where I want change for change’s sake. The new year has started out restless, weeding through my closet, cleaning out the kitchen cabinets. I have this compulsive need to get rid of what I don’t need, what I don’t use. I feel like one of those guys in historical movies whittling at a branch with a knife. I feel like they start whittling thinking they’ll figure out what to make, but at the end they keep going until there’s nothing left. I’m not saying I’m going to throw away all my possessions, I’m just not sure what the end goal is.
At the same time I’m paralyzed by this fear that I’ll need something I’ve tossed aside, so who knows what I’m doing.
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