SO CRABBY, OMG.
* I discovered that I hate any term that ends in "ista". As in, "fashionista" and "Twitterista". The only acceptable "ista" term is "barista" and even then, only when they have a warm, caffeinated beverage for me.
* I think my Olympic mittens are infused with some kind of strange Canadian Pride serum that disappears into your cuticles. You know that commercial with all the kids and whatnot playing hockey, and the captions that say, "Let's make sure everyone knows whose game they're playing"? It makes me all, "YAY CANADA", which is so strange because I don't care about hockey in the least.
* Do you know what is totally annoying? I get this weird kind of powdery residue on my black clothes all the time. I don't use powder detergent - just liquid, and usually the kind I make myself. I also don't use that much of it. As in, the instructions say a certain amount, and I use about half to three-quarters of that, just because my mom always taught me that you need less soap than you think when you're doing laundry, and too much will gum up the machine. When I take my clothes out of the washer, they look okay, but after they're dry (I line-dry most of my black clothes, the only things for me that go in the dryer are my socks and my undies) and they sit in my closet for awhile, I'll pull out a clean shirt and notice a weird white powder building up in the creases.
Stephen doesn't experience this on his clothes, and I think I know what the problem is - everyone else is using too much soap, and it's built up in the washers and now gets left behind. I think that the dryers are taking most of that residue away, which is why Stephen doesn't get it, but I do. I think I'd have the same issue if we went to a laundromat, but apparently there is one in the area where it's cheaper, the machines are bigger and there's an extra rinse (I was talking about this with some lady in the elevator once). That might be okay, but I'd need to lug all the laundry there and back once a week on the bus, and that would suck.
So, I have white powder on my clothes until we move into a house. You know dudes, the more I think about it, the more I think I'd rather save our money for a house first and a wedding later. Who cares about a wedding? I just want to do a decent load of laundry.
* I think my Olympic mittens are infused with some kind of strange Canadian Pride serum that disappears into your cuticles. You know that commercial with all the kids and whatnot playing hockey, and the captions that say, "Let's make sure everyone knows whose game they're playing"? It makes me all, "YAY CANADA", which is so strange because I don't care about hockey in the least.
* Do you know what is totally annoying? I get this weird kind of powdery residue on my black clothes all the time. I don't use powder detergent - just liquid, and usually the kind I make myself. I also don't use that much of it. As in, the instructions say a certain amount, and I use about half to three-quarters of that, just because my mom always taught me that you need less soap than you think when you're doing laundry, and too much will gum up the machine. When I take my clothes out of the washer, they look okay, but after they're dry (I line-dry most of my black clothes, the only things for me that go in the dryer are my socks and my undies) and they sit in my closet for awhile, I'll pull out a clean shirt and notice a weird white powder building up in the creases.
Stephen doesn't experience this on his clothes, and I think I know what the problem is - everyone else is using too much soap, and it's built up in the washers and now gets left behind. I think that the dryers are taking most of that residue away, which is why Stephen doesn't get it, but I do. I think I'd have the same issue if we went to a laundromat, but apparently there is one in the area where it's cheaper, the machines are bigger and there's an extra rinse (I was talking about this with some lady in the elevator once). That might be okay, but I'd need to lug all the laundry there and back once a week on the bus, and that would suck.
So, I have white powder on my clothes until we move into a house. You know dudes, the more I think about it, the more I think I'd rather save our money for a house first and a wedding later. Who cares about a wedding? I just want to do a decent load of laundry.