A is For Alliteration

Holy cow...where has the time gone. I feel a little guilty for completely forgetting about my blog and my goal to write more. Oops! Apparently life got in the way of that goal. But I'm back at it. Probably because I can't sleep (you know you're getting old when it's a problem you can't sleep at 10:30), and evidently I feel the need to spill my guts to a silent audience.

My first order of business was to change the name of my blog. The Daily Dubs didn't seem to be a very accurate title of a blog I have forgotten about for months. Seemed like a complete misnomer. I tried many titles and none of them seemed fitting. I'm not really sure how long this one will stick, but since all of the titles I tried had some variety of alliteration and I'm a language nerd, I thought I'd go with it. I gave the whole thing about thirty seconds of thought, so if you hate it I won't be offended. If you have a better suggestion, I'm open.

I feel like I need to somehow update this with life's happenings, but that seems overwhelming and entirely not my style of random musings about things like how irritating it is that my j key types whenever it wants and how I ended up buying a strangers avocados. So, instead of a lengthy update on my life, I will leave you with a fun anecdote about my last attempt to do laundry and my inherit ability to be so scatterbrained that I almost incapacitate my ability to do so. Enjoy.

Last weekend, I wanted to do laundry before school started up again after winter break. It seemed that having clean clothes for work was the practical and adult thing to do. In true Sara fashion, I left this particular task for about 7pm the night before I went back to work. As I was gathering dirty clothes from around my hamper, I realized I needed to locate my laundry card, our buildings generally convenient alternative to quarters.

Upon this realization I headed to the kitchen. The location of the last conscience laundry card sighting. Not there. Into my room I went to check the piles of stuff on my desk. No luck. I checked through my purses and wallet, even though I knew it had never once been put in there. Back to the kitchen, the desk, bedroom, and purse. Several times I danced circles around my entire apartment in search of the card. I even attempted to test the other card which I knew had no money loaded onto it in hopes that it was indeed my card. Still no luck.

While I looked through my desk for what seemed like at least the sixth time, my hamper caught my eye. It seemed unlikely that the little bugger would be in there, but it didn't hurt to check. I turned the entire thing over. It didn't seem to be there. But just as I was about to start jamming clothes back into the thing, I caught the glimpse of plastic. Of course, why wouldn't I put my laundry card at the bottom of my hamper? That seems like the most logical of all places to keep it. After all, I can't wash clothes without my hamper.