I had a very uneventful weekend. I cleaned. (Everything, including the cupboards and refridgerator, they were just yucky!). I tried to get my lawnmower fixed, which involved traveling about 100 miles, going to Sears 4 times, at 3 different locations. I went to the Cheesecake Factory. I went to an artsy theatre in a posh part of town to see a documentary on surfing (which was good, despite the couple behind me who managed to talk the entire movie). Yesterday I vegged. And I had an allergy attack, so I slept. I slept so long I messed up bidding on the perfect dress for Aunt Diane on Ebay. So my mom woke me up this morning, and when I informed her of this news she was scarily critical and then hung up on me. Thus starts my day.

Now, I also didn't get a chance to do laundry this weekend, mostly out of my laziness and the massive amounts Kennda is doing in preparation for her trip to Spain. So I threw a load in last night with pretty much every single work shirt I have. Then I went to sleep and forgot about it. Now, I put a single shirt in the dryer this morning, right after 7:30. Its now 8:30, and the shirt is still soaked and I'm not going to get to work forever, turning today into what will probably be an extremely long day. Stupid shirt.