So I bet you don’t know this about me:
When I sort laundry, I have to do it next to the wall heater so I can have a “warm” pile next to the heater and a “cold” pile away from the heater. Because I cannot remember from one piece of clothing to the next which pile is which.
Also, I sometimes watch home shopping channels for fun; I find it fascinating how they have to keep talking and talking to avoid dead air. It’s very soothing, and also impressive because I could never do it. I’m not a talker, unless I’ve had caffeine and/or it’s Friday night and I’ve hit what Stephan refers to as “manic Katie.”
Note: It is Friday and I had three glasses of Mr Pibb at dinner.
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i’m lost on the whole warm/cold thing.
i think i know “manic Katie” :)
warm water/cold water.
Also, it took me a while to convince Stephan that “white” was not a euphemism for “underwear,” and that, yes, it actually has to *be* white to qualify for the white pile.