Our handyman (landlord's bff) called us last week to see when we would be awake today so he could stop by and hook up our new washer and dryer. We told him anytime after 10:30 was fine, and I set my alarm for 10:30 so we wouldn't still be passed out. It's almost 1. When will he be here?
Why am I suddenly domestic? I made coffee cake (from scratch!) last week and there's delicious-smelling banana bread in the oven now.