I like cleaning.
We got out of work yesterday at 2. I decided that since I “should” be working until at least 7, I would spend the free hours cleaning the house.
It’s now Saturday at 2, and I’ve only stopped for sleeping 8 hours and breakfasting with Calleen. (Yay! Calleen is back in town!)
I really wanted to spend the night tonight sleeping in a tent, but with this kind of momentum, the house pretty much needs to be spotless before I take off. I’ve now gotten to the “hmm…the couch slipcovers say they aren’t washable, but, what does West Elm really know anyway?” point. Experimental wash cycle one has begun! I’m debating whether or not to put it in the dryer - yes, on air fluff, no heat - when it’s done.
Speaking of clean, Minde, I need you to come back to LA. You’re pretty much the only chick I know that will go to this all-naked Korean spa with me to be scoured by Asians wielding scrub brushes. Have I told you all about my new obsession with North Korea? Probably not, since I know it’s really weird. But I am, and in googling around to try to find a tour outlet in LA, I stumbled on the website for this place in Koreatown that looks bitchin’.
