uhh.. stuff.

I was a bad, bad wife yesterday, and did the laundry. Well, if I had actually done the laundry, that would have been good. I left the last load in the washer, though, and even thought, I don't really need any of those clothes for tomorrow anyway. Which was true, but poor M? Had no pants this morning. So he went to work naked. The end. Okay, he didn't, but he did wear paint-splattered jeans. (It's a casual work environment but not so casually that he would normally wear his work jeans there for no apparent reason.) I don't know why that hit me so hard but I felt awful. I must have apologized ten times. Boyo started looking at me pretty funny by the end, and reassuring me that it was okay, really, really okay.

In other news, I must confess to everyone that our neighbors actually have leaves in their lawn now, and not even our leaves. Not too many, though, and I'm sure they will be fastidiously removed as soon as possible. We are trying to get rid of our leaves as soon as possible, too. It's a gigantic job. I tried to convince M that we should just burn them, but he looked at me like I was crazy. Apparently he doesn't want the entire yard to go up in flames, which is the danger at the moment. Oi. He has bagged up a gigantic pile of leaves and still has half the front lawn to go. We haven't even touched the back yet. That's gonna be fun.

But there were cookies. I like cookies, until you eat too many and go to jail. Which is actually a joke about ham, but I've never really understood it. That's what it's like to have a boy, I guess. Jokes about ham that you don't really get. Story of my life.