My mom is the best. Ever.Another thing that brings me great joy is the street cleaner that comes around every Wednesday at like one in the morning. Ok so I guess that's Thursday morning. But anyway, for some reason Lauren and I have made Wednesday nights our stay-up-ridiculously-late-and-watch-boy-bands-on-Youtube night. (Last time we watched JC Chasez's attempt at a solor career...it was kind of sad but very entertaining.) Anyway, the street cleaner has these little scrubbing things on the bottom that spin all the trash on the ground into the abyss or somewhere and we lovingly call them "scrubbies". So when we hear the street cleaner coming, our ears kind of perk up and we're just like, "...SCRUBBIES!" And then we run up to the windows and look for it. It's so exciting and silly. I tried to take a picture of it through the window but it didn't turn out so well. Next time I'm going to get up enough courage to actually open the window and lean out and take a picture. If the guy sees me...who cares. I am just an admirer.

