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Sunday, November 21, 2004
classic Knit Wit comedy

Unfortunately for me incidents like these from my weekend of dogsitting for my advisor are all too common (not unfortunate for you though as you'll probably get a good laugh out of them). 1) I broke a glass while washing it in the sink. I don't know how it happened- I don't think I dropped it but regardless it smashed and cut my hand in like 6 different places. Bleeding all over the place (which then I had to clean up), it took me a while to locate bandaids. They have stopped bleeding now that I have 4 bandaids on, but they are still nasty and painful and the bandaids make it hard to type. 2) I did some laundry while dogsitting. From my time doing laundry in shadey laundry mats in NY I usually put all my socks and underwear/bras in a pillowcase and then sort them when I get home. So, as a habit and I did the same while doing laundry at their house this morning. While putting away the laundry this evening at home I realized, much to my horror, that I had left the pillowcase of stuff at their house. It was 7:45pm and I knew that my advisor's husband was getting in on an earlier flight and then picking up my advisor at the airport at 8:15. So I drove to their house quickly hoping that (a) he hadn't noticed the pillowcase and that (b) they wouldn't be home yet. I must have just missed him but he did place the pillowcase on the top of the washer (where I am sure I didn't leave it). So I took it and left them a note saying I had stopped by for laundry I forgot. Jeez. I'm going to make myself some tea and go to bed. Someone wake me up with a nice hot cup of coffee when this freakin' semester is over.

posted by knit wit | 11/21/2004 08:51:00 PM

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