there's a point somewhere in here...

did your mother ever teach you, if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all...? ya, me either. big red would say, if you gotta get it out, get it out. not in a malicious way, of course. but in confidence. to someone you trust. well, i trust you.

buuuut, i'm not going to say not nice things, today. and believe, i've got a lot of not nice things to say at this exact moment. about a lot of people and things. people and things that i generally love as a whole. just. not. today.

do you do your own laundry? what? two words. wash. and. fold. shit... three.

it is my absolute, without a doubt, 100% favorite discovery since moving to san francisco. i know what your thinking (besides, why the hell am i reading a blog about wash and fold)... wash and folds exist everywhere. but, this one, y'all. (i just exhaled out loud in real life thinking about it). magic.

i tried wash and fold once in new york. it was a snowy sarah lawrence day and i had two and a half boat loads of laundry that i did not want to sit around the pondfield rd laundromat to do. duh. so i took it in. $1.20 per pound. up $.40 since before winter break. but, i was there. i went back the next day to pick it up. not ready. the next day, not ready. the next? nope. four days later i had half-heartedly folded, cleanish laundry.

not the case at laudry-land on 17th and sanchez in the castro my friends. steve and his wife run a legit operation. in by 8am out by 4pm. after one time, they know my name. and the folding... oh. my. gawwwwwwwd. it's reminiscent of when i worked 8-hour folding shifts on main street at disneyland making sure all those effing pink minnie mouse shirts were folded in such a way that  you could see minnie's eyes lined up on the fold on every shelf all the way from toon town. (was that a run-on sentence. whoops). ugh. but, in this case, it's pure genius.

they even match my socks! and they all come back to me. 10 pairs in, 10 pairs out.

are you stil reading. congrats. you're very brave. there's a point to all this, i promise. i picked up my laundry tonight and steve, the very kind korean man that owns the joint, and i talked about his kids, cars, commuting, living in san francisco and the general change happening related to human kind these days...

after a complete shit day (the great lunch i had with a super fun dude not included), the seemingly most insignificant interaction made my day perfect. thank you, i'll finish this day off with a smile. find a wash and fold within walking distance and make it happen.

thanks for being patient with me, btdubs... i'm getting back into the swing of things me thinks. these three pretty pics get their full credit here.