Rob and I are leaving in five and a half hours to go to my parents’ for Thanksgiving weekend. Here’s what’s left to be done:

1-Pack
2-Clean the apartment
3-Anything Except Blogging.

He’s at work right now, and I’m … blogging. Heh, surprise surprise.

I am feeling better than I was yesterday… better than I was two hours ago, even. So I need to do all the packing (basically throwing all our dirty laundry into baskets/bags/etc because my mom is awesome and is like “Do your laundry here! Stop wasting your money on those stupid washing machines in your building!”) and then try to clean up a little around here… which may or may not happen. Then I need to sleep, because we’re leaving at midnight (when Rob gets home from work) and I’m the driver. But first I wanted to post the photos I took for the photo meme and promised to put up two days ago (yeah yeah yeah, I’m a late-person. What of it?).

Connie wanted to see out our bathroom window. We don’t have a bathroom window, though, so here is a photo of out our livingroom window.

She also wanted to see my medicine cabinet (the medicine cabinet is the graveyard of our bathroom. Things that go in there are never used again. Notice my retainer).

Here is what is out my front door: Elevators! (This pic only shows one of them, but there are two).

I don’t really have anything inside my purse except for my ID and all that, so I took a picture of the outside of my (tiny) purse instead.

Sara wanted to see two beans kissing (I’m assuming she meant Rob and I). Unfortunately he’s never home when I’m taking these pictures so I don’t have one yet.
The inside of my fridge, however? Yes, got that. Wait, actually it’s the inside of my freezer, which Sheri also wanted to see. Hm.
Notice all the frozen entr?©es? Yeah, that’s healthy.

Sara also wanted to see something my ex-roommate had left behind. Aside from a lingering sense of rage on my part? I don’t think he really left anything, and anything he DID leave I destroyed viciously. But I’m not bitter.

DJ wanted to see something of sentimental value which I should part with but can’t/won’t. I have a lot of that kind of stuff, but I think this one’s the funniest:

My class made me that last year for Valentine’s and I haven’t been able to throw it away yet.
Something that made me laugh out loud today:

Yay for Magnetic Poetry! I put that up over two years ago (before the latest “scandal” erupted). Every now and then, I’ll notice it and laugh a little.

An object in my house that I hate the most? That was a toughie because there are tons of things about this apartment that annoy me… but here’s one for ya:

Not that I don’t appreciate its presence. But every. time. we flush it. It makes all the pipes rattle and/or groan, and you can hear it all through the building, and it wakes me up at night if someone else in the building flushes, and you have to run your cold water to get it to stop making that horrible scary monster sound.

Amy wanted to see my shower and I wasn’t allowed to clean it first… well fine then!!!!

I just can’t bring myself to do Emilio Estevez in a saucepan on the stovetop, although it would be hilarious, mainly because he’d probably kill me in my sleep if I tried it.
But SEX TOYS?!! Sure!!!
Actually I’m going with the “any household item that could be used as a marital aide”. Because.

Firebrand wanted to see my toes-es (please excuse the grossness of the carpet):

, my living-room (which unfortunately is not going to happen tonight, seeing as it’s a sty and.. well, I said so). and the view from my living-room window (see above with Connie’s requests). It’s nice living on the 10th floor sometimes.

Pie wanted my pinky finger, but she’s getting all of them. My nails are FILTHY because I’ve been cleaning all day and haven’t yet had my shower. But I feel no shame.

She also wanted the view out my back door– but since we don’t have a back door, I’m letting that one slide. And a photo of a pet? CERTAINLY!!!!

Please excuse the red-eye. He was still pretty mad about me considering putting him on the stove, I guess.

Sheri, asked for a pic of me and Rob kissing (can’t do right now), the contents of the fridge (see above) and my computer work station. That one’s funny. Notice the absolute filth of my apartment. Also notice my wig sitting on top there, near the postcards that Marci sent me last year.

Chair wanted to see a picture of my backyard (doesn’t exist), Emilio, (see above), and my favourite condiment. Sadly I think that we are OUT OF MUSTARD! Which is a shame. Or maybe I’m just too lazy to go poking around in the fridge for it… Either way, it’s mustard, and if there was a picture of it, it would be a sea of lovely golden mustard for me to dip pickles in. Because. I’m. Weird.