I was thinking the same thing. I love laundry money!

Huh. That shouldn't be hard to find. It's pretty standard. Niagara starch, Magic sizing... I can see them sitting together on the shelf in my mind. Weird.

Sometimes. I tend to old-school starch: liquid on damp shirts, rolled up in the fridge til I'm ready to press them. More often, I use lavender ironing spray, but Mrs Myers stopped making it and now I have to find a new kind that has a scent I like. I find it meditative, too. And I have mangle envy. Apparently, my Meme had a portable one in the kitchen that I never noticed when I was a kid. And nobody claimed when Pepe died. :(

Love. (though I mostly love the crisp-smooth finished product, but do enjoy ironing itself)

Thanks for flying the freak flag with me, Audrey.

Oh. My. Word. You are my hero just for being able to consider laughing as a possibility.

When I was 10 (and older) I flew between DC and ME by myself, a few times a year. I negotiated layovers in Boston, and even got rerouted and snowed in at BWI overnight once, all pre cell phone. I would not let my 10, almost 11 yo stay in a hotel room by herself. She is growing up in a different world than I did.

I think the quality of cold and the acknowledgement of cold are important factors. Mid-Atlantic cold is damp. I can't speak to WI, but my dad complains about our cold when he comes down from Maine in the late fall/winter. And the houses here seem to have been built with the knowledge that summer is hot, but they seem to have missed the memo that it gets cold, too. At least over here on the shore, think single pane windows, no storm doors and a fireplace(!!!) asthe only heat source, over a huge span of building years (mostly through the latter third of the 20th century - I'm sure new construction has proper heat). That can make the cold very difficult. I don't recall that being an issue growing up in Maine. (not to mention, the snowier states know how to move the white stuff, while the Delmarva region at least seems to come to a shocked halt at the first sighting of a flake) So, yeah, we'd move to a different climate. But I'd get a feel for the place before deciding where to settle for the long haul. (signed, the Caulk Queen)

Yep, and yep. But I don't iron underwear. That would ruin the elastic. :D

Yay! I'm always up for common and easily dealt with over weird mystery spot. :D

I have Bare Minerals. It's ok. When I have to replace it, I was thinking of buying from someone on Etsy. My all time favorite foundation was Lancome matte finish. Maybe I should wander over to a proper department store.

He was just doing math with the boys, but then he ran out the back door with the wood basket. I'm not sure if we needed more wood for the stove or if he went out there to scream. :lol: We split it about 50/50. However... no one here works a regular day job. He's a firefighter/paramedic and works every fourth day. I work early mornings, part time. So we're both here most of the time and are both equally involved in all household/family things. If he went to work every day, I'm sure our daily flow would look very different. When I commuted/traveled a lot for work, it looked very different. Schedules and his inexplicable refusal to lactate notwithstanding, we're pretty interchangeable.

Wow! I hope she defies expectations again and has a smooth, uneventful birth.

That. I situationally socialize with people I don't really care for, i.e. I will sit around with other HS moms and chat while our kids are in a class together, but these people are, for various reasons, not people I would want to spend time with outside of that. If I make time to socialize, it is with the people I love.

That's me. Darn shiny things.

The kids have Nooks, and sometimes they'll let me use one... The only Nook book *I* have is Childhood Under Siege. No idea whether it's lendable.

Spam reported. Meanwhile, have you looked at Knit Picks? Their merino/alpaca bulky is $5.99/ ball and is 110 yards per, so you'd only need 2.

Red. I love it.

Mmmmmmm. I love oven fried thick cut, preferably with black pepper. :drool:

My husband... Well, he grew up with, um, staff. I think he learned to do laundry at the firehouse. I know that's where he learned the basics of cooking. The rest just evolved. Not that there haven't been contentious discussions about using one's eyes to look around and actually SEE that something needs to be done, but most things have just fallen into place. We don't have traditional roles, anyway; during the first half of our marriage, I worked full time and traveled a lot, and he worked every third day, so he was just here more often. Now, I work part time, early in the morning, and he works every fourth day, so both of us are here most of the time. Nothing really gets done "magically" while one person is at work, you know?

Us, too. My husband ran the house (and me) for 4 months while I was on bed rest when I was pregnant with the boys. We sort of divide things based on who is more interested/finds something more loathsome, so I normally do the laundry (because I like laundry) and he normally takes out the trash (because I'm short and it's hard to carry the bag without it dragging) but either of us do what needs to be done. Eta: if I'm sick, it's likely the house has gone completely to pot, but only because everyone else is, was, or is becoming sick as well.

Blame it on sleep deprivation and paint fumes. You really should get one and wear it as a bikini top when he wears his on his head. That'll teach both of them. :lol:

Yep, us too.

Oh. Oh NO. That's not a snood. That's a BUFF. It's a scrunchie, it's a hat, it's a neck warmer... You can wear it to rob banks. And, if you make the cut on Survivor, it can be your bikini top, or a skirt. :ack2: I'm so sorry you have to live with this sitting on your son's head. :grouphug:

I've sent the same email. Multiple times. Unfortunately, in my experience, people who don't think commitments pertain to them also don't think the message does.