someday i'll get around to writing about mold-house and the horror that was the mold. if only any of you had been around at that time, to see the havoc that the mold wreaked upon my house, my furniture, and my psyche.
why am i bringing this up? because, after a mere four weeks in this damp, godforsaken state, my beloved futon has developed... mold! wtf! precious, precious sachi organics bed! at first, i thought maybe i just had to bleach/wash the cover, but, to my horror, i found that the bed-proper has been infiltrated. curses upon you, mold!
i thought this bed and i had years ahead of us, but, alas, our time is short. i know cheryl will mourn with me. maybe this is what we get for trying to use beds made out of real, organic materials: our beds seem to attract other (disgusting) organic materials!

Current Music: sweetheart of the rodeo

it's late, so I can only summarize the day here:
I pickled some beets, baked a pie (strawberry), made meat sauce, spaghetti, and a caprese salad. is that all? it must be...

Current Location: the kitchen
Current Mood: tired
Current Music: the six feet under theme