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Okay, so the ghirardelli brownies and the apple crumb muffins are cooling (was too tired last night to finish baking). Elayna's at karate with Adam, and I've laid out her change of clothes for the Fling. I've packed all the baked goods that are cool enough to pack; they're on paper plates, tinfoiled, in a laundry basket. Adam bought gauze - we're donating that and craft sticks (for splints - would you believe we have a box of 1,000 craft sticks?) to the Boo-Boo Booth.
Our dryer has not been working for some time. It is barely functional - and now, thanks to the idiot "repairman" yesterday (see![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yendi 's journal), neither it nor the washer are working. Which doubly sucks because, on his way out yesterday, Adam put in a load of laundry and pulled out the start-load dial and didn't notice that it didn't start, so now we have detergent-encrusted clothes.
And the gardener is back *again*. She's been here every day this week, and gods forbid the bitch should call first so I can take a shower earlier and get dressed in my bedroom (the bedroom has big uncovered windows out to the backyard). Yes, bitch, and not just because she won't call first - because she chopped down our privacy hedge, against the explicit instructions of our landladies. She's chopped down half the goddamn yard. The landladies are even more appalled than we are - one was near tears when she saw it. So the gardener is now just tying up branches and hauling them to the curb, as the landladies demanded that she not cut another branch.
Okay. So. Baking done. Kitchen cleaned. Me dressed. Gotta clean chaos in dining room and living room, then do makeup, then they'll be back and it'll be time for the Fling. And after that, we rest and do our comics order.
Our dryer has not been working for some time. It is barely functional - and now, thanks to the idiot "repairman" yesterday (see
yendi 's journal), neither it nor the washer are working. Which doubly sucks because, on his way out yesterday, Adam put in a load of laundry and pulled out the start-load dial and didn't notice that it didn't start, so now we have detergent-encrusted clothes.And the gardener is back *again*. She's been here every day this week, and gods forbid the bitch should call first so I can take a shower earlier and get dressed in my bedroom (the bedroom has big uncovered windows out to the backyard). Yes, bitch, and not just because she won't call first - because she chopped down our privacy hedge, against the explicit instructions of our landladies. She's chopped down half the goddamn yard. The landladies are even more appalled than we are - one was near tears when she saw it. So the gardener is now just tying up branches and hauling them to the curb, as the landladies demanded that she not cut another branch.
Okay. So. Baking done. Kitchen cleaned. Me dressed. Gotta clean chaos in dining room and living room, then do makeup, then they'll be back and it'll be time for the Fling. And after that, we rest and do our comics order.
