When all you have left is scandalous underwear …

… You know it’s time to do laundry.

Damn it.

All my cute scandalous guchies (that I try to save for special occasions that just never seem to happen anymore!) are irritating the fuck out of my appendix scar. I suppose that means I need to make time to do laundry sometime in the near future. That, and get the damn apartment into some type of shape for my housewarming.

Shawn asked if I’m really ready to have a party, what with being laid up for a few weeks and still not being remotely unpacked. Also, he really wants to paint my apartment, but time is tight for him this month and it won’t happen by Nov. 1.

So I have a solution: Have an apartment-warming party with the house clean but not brilliantly decorated … and THEN have a New Year’s Eve party when it’s lookin’ all spectacular!!!

Yes, I’m a party queen. Who’s up for TWO occasions to drink among friends?!?!

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