Third and most pressing, because we are cloth-diapering hippies, is the broken washing machine. We have switched to disposables for the moment, but there was still one giant bag of dirty diapers left stranded. Yesterday I attacked it with detergent, bleach, and gloves.
I was trying to find an illustration of an old fashioned laundress to help demonstrate what my afternoon was like, but I had a hard time narrowing it down. I really wanted her to have the requisite amount of misery. And a hat.
Here's a little tip for escaping the haunting smell of bleach and urine: cook an onion in some bacon grease.
Then throw that bad boy into some Tlacoyo Masa Pockets. Then follow the Serious Eats link to see what they're actually supposed to look like. Then take my word for it that when they say "how easy it is to work with masa" they are just mocking you.
I didn't manage to take a picture of Anna banging on the glass door at the library yesterday morning or of her banging on the glass door of the title company yesterday afternoon, so you'll just have to believe that those were the prominent activities of her day. Instead, here is an Anna Classic picture.