Light Blue Boxers (with no "modesty" button)

I'm doing laundry. It's nice having two washers and dryers available to you. It's also nice living in an apartment full of old people who are already asleep. It's also nice having the keys to the coin trays on the washers and dryers, so that I never have to pay to do laundry.
Chief seems immune to the squirt-bottle.
We got to see Sarah's apartment in Indianapolis today. It's very much one of those moderny city-y apartments. Her boyfriend has an awesome couch.
We also got to meet her cat, Coach. Coach is orange and friendly.
We picked up a charcoal grill at Big Lots today. I'm excited to have a patio on which to have a grill and a grill on which to put some hurting to massive piles of meat.
Anna's walking around the apartment singing songs to all the animals. First she sang to the pigs. Now she is singing to the fish. "One little fishy, two little fishy, Howie smacks them in the face..."
Anna and I went to see "Up" with two of her cousins. Earlier in the day, Anna's grandmother stopped by our apartment, and I made the mistake of telling her we were going to the movies that night. I had no idea at the time that it was a mistake. In fact, I just found out tonight that it was a horrible mistake. Apparently old Nazarenes hate the movies. They think they are right up there with dancing and alcohol. Well, me mentioning this little fact to Anna's grandmother turned into her giving Anna a huge lecture on "how far the Nazarene Church has fallen." I wasn't actually a witness to this since I was in the office at the time, but Anna tells me that dear Grandma H started going off on how women should never cut their hair or wear pants or put on make-up or have pierced ears. (Just a reminder: Anna cuts her hair, wears jeans and make-up, and has pierced ears). I had no idea that I was going to set off such a tirade.
An exterminator comes by the apartments once a month to spray the units. He came this morning, and I had to lead him around to the different apartments, knock on the doors, and let him in. Most all of the tenants are really nice about it all, but that doesn't change the fact that it is horrible entering some of those apartments. Several of the tenants smoke like chimneys. Two of the apartments, in particular, require a deep breath before entering. You walk into those units, and it's like walking into a cloud. It hurts to breathe. Even some of the apartments where people don't smoke are terrible. A couple apartments smelled like feces. One smelled of urine and wet catfood. Oh, it is an awful thing.
I just remembered that I have to get up early to meet the electrician again tomorrow. I guess that means I should hurry up and get the laundry finished so I can go to bed.
Goodnight all.