Today I learned how to make chainmail and then came home and washed my thongs in a big bowl in the sink. That is what I like to call my Sunday Sauce.

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I could do laundry with the actual machines in the basement of the building next door; however, I prefer refusing out of spite because

  1. It costs $3.50 to wash and dry a load
  2. The machines don't do a particularly good job
  3. You have to pay with a stupid laundry app
  4. You can watch ads and do tasks to earn Laundry Scrip on the app and I don't jive with that

There are two pairs of needle nose pliers in my left coat pocket. Who's to say what I will get up to tomorrow?

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