2006-07-08
I swear my herb garden on the porch might taste drunken from the beer fumes emitted by the patrons of this summer party scene I live above.
I may have assisted my quasi-mother in law in getting her finances in order re: the irs, however I can't convince her to invest in a new furnace any more than I can convince her ex-husband to get a more fuel effecient car. These folks are like aliens, I tell you. We share few common values, except for a love of their son.
I am going to go to the dry cleaners for the first time in a long time. Usually, I am fully oppossed to the chemical nature of the process but lately my laziness with regards to ironing is winning me over to the chemical side.