Lianne, Lianne, Lianne...what more need I say?

Why in the world do people (Lianne and I included) take all the clothespins off of the clothes line and put them in a basket so we can take them out of the basket and put them right back onto the line when the next load of laundry is ready to be dried? Seriously!?!

So, in my effort to eliminate a completely unnecessary and often tedious (although minute) task from the already strenuous demands of washing laundry, I suggest that we leave the clothespins on the line and simply clip the clothes to the line with the awaiting clothespin! Brilliant, I know.

With a roll of the eyes and an annoyingly entertaining tone, Lianne shares her thought about my ingenious: "You are SOOOOO lazy!"

LAZY? Wow, Lianne. No need to get personal, jeez! Being the humble, mature, twenty-two year old American living with a Canadian, I respond calmly, yet passionately, of course:

"LAZY?!?! It's people like me who invent microwaves and other conveniences that you Canadians enjoy!"

Pause.

Loud laughter.

Laundry folded....clothespins still on the line....until Lianne dries her laundry, that is. That's right...and after she finishes her laundry, I'll be the one taking all the pins out of the silly basket and clipping them back onto the line. Lazy? Ha!

Ten minutes later, Lianne invites herself to join me in the bathroom as I brush my teeth, wash my face, etc. By inviting herself, I really mean to say that she monopolizes the sink. Being the humble, mature, twenty-two year old American, I patiently brush my teeth to the side of the sink where I can no longer watch myself in the mirror (even after brushing my teeth approximately fourteen thousand and six hundred times before this occasion, I still find my self staring at the strokes of the brush....why do we do this? You know I'm not the only one :)

It's funny what we notice when we step to the side and stop looking in the mirror. For example, whenever I enter the bathroom, I can always tell if Lianne's already been in there or not. If she has, then I am guaranteed a free feet cleaning as the bathroom floor is covered in water.

Stepped aside, no longer looking at myself in the mirror but at Lianne in front of the sink and mirror, I notice that her face washing technique is like a fountain desperately trying to water a withering garden....minus the garden and add a few water-wrinkled feet, we have our bathroom floor after Lianne has washed her face.

I laugh, for obvious reasons. Without saying a word, she knows the reason I laugh and explains (rather defensively, I might add :) that if she brings her elbows closer to her body, there would be no Old Faithful; however, she informs me, bringing her elbows closer to her body takes a lot of effort, in fact, too much effort.

Whoa. Rewind:

With a roll of the eyes and an annoyingly entertaining tone, Lianne shares her thought about my ingenious: "You are SOOOOO lazy!"

And so, ten minutes of laughter, clean faces, clothespins on the line, water on the bathroom floor, I finish brushing my teeth, in front of the sink, looking in the mirror....for approximately the fourteenth thousand, six hundred and first time.


I don't really brush my teeth for ten minutes......but my wisdom teeth are poking through my gums and the brushingbrings momentary relief from this post-adolescent, teething process. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a basket to hide (there's always a way to ensure that others accept our genius ;)