cornerofmadness

So today in the RV's laundromat here comes this woman who wants to stand there talking to me. To be honest, 6 feet away is great at ALL times. I hate hugging I'm super good with not being touched. And I'm not sure if this woman is speaking deep redneck or she has her teeth out or what but I'm like what are you even saying. All I know is it's filthy, but she got it working so she no longer has to go to Chillicothe. ARGH. Get things out of the dryer faster COM so you can escape.

Still haven't got the fucking mouse. But I've started putting things back in the closet and I'm starting to go through the nonsense. I found in one bag, a HUGE folder of Buffyverse cards that I collected in FL. This is why I don't go on Ebay any more. I still love them. I put them elsewhere. I found more craft projects.

Why do I own so many blankets?

Also found Christmas cards in there plus used ones (I use them to make gift tags for the next year). WHY are they in there? That's the second bag I found in there and I don't know why. I put my cards in ONE place (but obviously I didn't) Now I own enough cards that I probably won't have to buy any until I'm 70.

I got the cosplay stuff into a box. One of them is a very complicated pattern for a renn dress from the SCA so it's accurate. I made it once...when I was about 120 pounds. It's useless but I kept it anyhow just because.