Is this why y'all carry purses?

It was laundry day. Not Laundry Day as in I have to wear a skirt out of the house, thank heaven (I own the skirt simply because it's a terrific laundry motivation) but laundry day as in I am in girly dress pants. Despite this I'm having a fairly decent day, until I actually go to do the laundry and . . . bababaBUM! No pockets. Which equals Certain Death. I must have, on my person, change and my iPod to be able to go to the laundromat, it's warm enough to go without a coat, and I have no pockets.

Managed it anyway, but g'ah.
Virtual To-Do list, because now I'll see it every time I look at LJ:
Today:
Translation texts 2 & 3
Next week's grammar
Short sum-up of Baudelaire passages
Take out trash
Polish boots
Bank
Dishes

Tomorrow:
Next week's translation
Clean floors
Clean bathroom
Email Dad, email Lady Michelle
Call both grandmothers
Train tix
Hotel reservations (?)

Thursday
Baudelaire for next week
Pack!
Tidy house

Friday:
Jica embarks on Parisian adventure which will include, but not be limited to: Musée d'Orsay, Shakespeare & Co., Andrea and Luc's, Pulp, wandering the Left Bank, seeing an artsy movie somewhere, having hotel breakfast in bed, going out dancing, and generally having a really fucking amazing time. Go me!