Going through a fit of shameful cleaning, trying to hide how truly messy I am. My sister is visiting tomorrow with her boyfriend Shane, and they’re staying the night. They’re stopping in to Chicago for a Phish concert, and I offered to watch after their dog, Pele, for the night.
I’d take some pictures of all my folded laundry, but that’d be boring. I’d hate to post a bunch of boring pics of how I spent my boring day. Besides I… what’s that?
I’m sorry, I can’t hear you. You’ll need to speak up a bit.
I already… post… boring pi…
HEY!!!!
