Laundry anyone?

Lately I've been doing alot of laundry.
how and why I'm not sure. Since only three people need their laundry done. But I swear my parents hoard clothing in their room then blam, there is at least 10 loads to be done. I've got it down to a system now were I run down stairs switch the laundry over take out wet stuff and start another load while waiting for the dryer to finish. I can get three loads washed in that time. Then I'll take the stuff from the dryer upstairs and watch some tv as I fold. That way I won't talk to the cats out loud yet again. My one cat has become quite the conversationalist answering my stupid chatter. I have a sneaking suspicion that she just wants food or something to that effect.
I spend alot of time alone in the house so I think I'm affecting some bizarre habits. I do think quirky is okay but I think I'll cross the line into just plain weird if I don't watch myself. I need to start doing more art to prevent that.

Wedding plans are settled for the 9th of September at Queenston Heights. Right were the Brock Monument is. The one that looks like Sir Isaac is flipping the bird to the States. ( I mean come one we're not exactley a war like nation...) The wedding will be at 4 o'clock in the afternoon, reception to start at 6:30-7ish. We're getting married out on the covered patio at the restaurant that over looks the Niagara Gorge and the reception will be held downstairs. Since we're cramped for space that I think I'll have an open wedding but the reception has to be closed. *sigh* Everyone who reads this blog for the most part is welcome to come.
Leigh I was inspired by your not showing anyone the dress till the day. I'm going to do the same thing. It's more fun that way!

The job search is at a stand still for the moment. My health is still rocky and I have my surgery next week to contend with. It's just day surgery thankfully so I'll bounce back quickly. I hope to be normal soon.

I hope to start blogging like i did back it the day. Wry observations of life and such. Instead of the boring minutia of my life. I mean , who cares about laundry?