In this house, Sunday is laundry day.

Well, Sunday is the day I wash and dry the laundry.

It usually takes me another day or two to fold it and put it away.

But today, my one and only helped me out.

So right now, the laundry is washed, dried, folded, and put away.

Yippee!!

Except for one thing.

I just looked in my closet.

Take a look:

Do you see what I see?

I see 12 pairs of black yoga pants (in various lengths, of course).

Oops.

Obviously, this post isn’t about my fashion sense.

I wear what’s comfortable.

And yoga pants are comfortable.

Last fall, I gave Steve a hard time after I counted his shorts.

He has 28 pair.

Me: ”You could wear a different pair of shorts every day for almost a month and never double up!”

Steve: “No, I couldn’t. Some are dressy, some are for yard work, some are for golfing…”

I bet if I tried hard I could come up with a reason to keep all 12 of my black yoga pants.

Me: “Some are older and faded, some are nice, some are strictly for running or going to the gym.”

And I can hear it now…

Steve: “But still, you have 12 pair of black yoga pants!”

Oh.

I just noticed something.

Crap.

13.

I took this great picture of the sunset tonight. I can’t upload it because I lost my camera cord 5 months ago.

Go ahead. Ask.

“How have you been uploading pictures for the last 5 months?”

With my fancy-schmancy new laptop that has a special opening for my camera card, that’s how.

Said fancy-schmancy laptop is currently still in the fancy-schmancy laptop shop.

Waiting for a fancy-schmancy new hard drive.

Because the old one died.

It died before the laptop doc could get my files off of it.

Files like 967 pictures.

146 blog posts.

and a lot of files for work.

Yes, I know that I already said that in this post.

I’m just dwelling on reiterating it. Because I can.

But I’m looking on the bright side.

Really. I am.

They’re just things.

Jack told me today, “Mom, you can take lots more pictures. We just have to go back to those places and you can take the same ones.”

Back to Cancun…  I guess that would work. Hmmm…

Currently, I am using my hoopty laptop (thanks for the term Hillary) and it is sloooooooow. And louuuuuuuud.

So, bare with me. I’m here.

Waiting patiently for my computer to come home so I can share some pictures with you.

Because boy, do I have some stories to tell…

Can we talk for a minute about my latest obsession?

Ok, I probably shouldn’t go as far as to call it an obsession, but I am very curious about it.

Sign twirling.

Like this guy. And this guy.

I know I have a few readers from places other than Tucson, so I am dying to know… do you have sign twirlers there?

I am distractible. It’s a little embarrassing to admit, but it’s true.

While stopped at a red light, I can get stuck waiting for them to drop their sign staring at one of these guys until the guy in back of me is nice enough to beep and remind me to stop gawking.

Sorry if that was you behind me.

Seriously, it’s an art. I noticed SO many of them during the summer that I was sure they had to get paid mucho-bucks in order to stand out there in 110 degree heat twirling away.

Turns out they don’t. From what I can gather (you know, in my extensive research on the subject) they make between $10-15 an hour.

Want to know more?

They usually work in shifts of 5-8 hours.

Many get tendonitis of the wrist after a few months on the job.

They are sometimes called “human directionals.”

They love their “anti-jobs.”

There is a hierarchy of sign twirlers in each city.

If you own a company and want to hire a twirler, you can request one that you have seen “in action.”

Wow. Seriously?