This, that and some other thing.

It’s been a while. I have written a few times but either haven’t felt like posting it or just don’t know how to finish what I’ve started… story of my life. In the meantime a few things have been happening and an update is more than in order.

For starters, it looks as if spring may actually appear… if you can rely on a few flowers poking through the dirt to determine that. Though Denver’s tricky weather fooled me again today — when will I learn that sunny in Denver will equal winter in Loveland? Note to self: BRING YOUR FREAKING COAT. I froze my buns off today.

On another note — Charles has taken over my hamper, which originally I assumed was to chew on my clothes and eat my underwear (who wouldn’t sign up for that?), but it appears that he likes to sleep in there or hang out or do whatever it is dogs do when we’re not looking — like take over the world. It was definitely a surprise to find him in there and then watch it topple over as he tried to drag himself out. Charles getting all snugly:

We’ve also had a bit of excitement with our drier. Now I know it’s hard to not get all riled up with just the mention of a drier, because we all know that driers are like sex. They’re something everyone secretly wants to talk about, but doesn’t because they don’t want to seem like the creeper that breathes heavily in the corner. So, now that I’ve put that out in the open, our drier is broken. We broke it and by we I mean it was Lindsey’s death blanket and my idiocy of actually putting it in the drier that finally sent it into revolt. See, Lindsey has this blanket. It’s chenille-y and rather comfortable. The color choices are questionable but it kept me warm for the past few months so I decided it deserved a wash. I washed it with another blanket and some snowboarding gear. This was not a good decision. After a trip through the spin cycle my other blanket, snowboarding pants, and snowboarding jacket were all covered, COVERED in pink fuzz. I “air-dried” the snowboarding gear and tossed the blankets in the drier assuming it would all, miraculously, find its way to the lint filter and we would be done with this shenanigan. Well, some of the fuzz made it to the lint filter, but the rest seems to have camped out all over the inner workings of our drier… meaning no drier for Megan… or Lindsey. But, that’s besides the point.

I hadn’t done laundry in 2 weeks. And I go through a lot of clothes in two weeks and the pickings were getting pretty slim. There are only so many times that I can re-wear the same jeans without everyone in my office wanting to pitch in and buy me a second pair… I spill a lot and the mustard stains are hard to pass off the next day.

On Monday I just couldn’t take it anymore,  I decided to wash ALL MY LAUNDRY with hopes that our drier would make a spectacular recovery and come through for me. Well it did not – despite my roommate and her boyfriend’s best attempt to vacuum out all the lint. So… being the creative one that I am, I decided that it would be a just wonderful to use my panties as decoration and hang them from the wall art, in the dining room, to dry. I’m thinking we could make it a permanent installation. My roommate’s sister was particularly impressed and left us with this little gem, “P.S. Megan’s underwear makes for nice decorations”. I couldn’t agree more.

Somehow this post became a lot about underwear and panties, whatever strikes your fancy. Go me.

Published by Megan

I'm a marketer, cook, avid bug hater, cupcake lover, hiker, klutz, and married lady living in the great state of Colorado... My name is Megan Stecker and I'm a Colorado native. That's right, born and raised. I currently live in Denver and work in Marketing. I love what I do and watching it impact my client's business. I love to cook and bake. A good glass of wine can cure what's ailing you as long as you drink it in good company. I love the outdoors. Hiking, camping, exploring... I'm in. I have two dogs, Ollie and Duke, and I treat them like a children. My husband, friends and family mean everything to me. I also, inadvertently, find myself in the midst of disaster on a regular basis.

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