Sunday, September 7, 2008

It doesn’t matter how many times…

It doesn't matter how many times I watch Jim Gaffigan. I always find him hilarious. Even when I remember most of his jokes.

Lately, I have lost my belief in the goodness of my neighbors. I still have not gotten my package that I know for a fact had been delivered. Probably stolen. Grrrr.

Today, my hostility towards my neighbors ended abruptly. Here's how it went down: I went downstairs to the laundry room to (you guessed it) do laundry. All workout clothes and pajamas. I'll have nothing to wear to school all week, but I'll have plenty of clean clothes to sweat and/or sleep in.

Annnyyywayyy, I noticed that someone was drying their clothes. When I got back downstairs…my neighbor had actually taken his/her clothes out of the dryer. I pull out the lint trap….NO LINT!!! Craziness! Usually, clothes end up being in there for hours and the lint trap is beyond full. I just can't believe that at a least one of my neighbors is that thoughtful!

What can I say? Small things make me happy!

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1 comment:

Prince said...

I thought you would say that you found your pants in someone's laundry. However, cleaning out the lint is a great deed if that's a change.