Boyfriend and I are now waiting to close on our new house. Our close date is May 5th and I plan to drink one fabulous mojito in celebration of Cinco De Move-o! However, while we are waiting for our closing we are shacked up in my uber modest studio apartment. BTW homeboy comes with bagage! I'm used to hauling my laundry to boyfriend's house on the weekends. Since that is no longer an option we were forced to visit the Queene Anne Laundry Center. (I feel like they may not be called laundry centers and may have a different name that is escaping my mind.) Anyway's my Saturday began with me accidently locking myself out of the apartment, i was forced to hole up in Barnes & Noble for 5.5 hours (secretly one of my favorite places) and then spent an additional three hours at the laundry center. When we returned home we found out the garbage disposal in my modest studio had broken and it smelled like expired soy milk! Yikes! I had a case of Alexandra and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. But boyfriend was fabulous and we completed our first domestic fix it duty together by repairing the garbage disposal. By the way... wasn't Sunday georgous!
