Biz Bag

My mom often refers to dirty laundry as 'in the Biz Bag'.

Me in 1991: "Mom! Where is my size XL flannel! I am going to First AVE tonight!"
Mom: "It smelled like cigarettes and dirty teenagers! It's in the Biz Bag!"

Maz does not understand this term. Methinks he is not familiar with the brand of detergent called Biz.

So why does all this matter? Because now my Biz Bag is a little easier to swallow now that I have a Biz Lounge to hang out in.

At the end of the Paiute Street construction, we pulled the plug on finishing the laundry room. It was small and easy to finish later and y'know it's just laundry.

But why does it have to be just laundry? Can we not enjoy some art while sorting the darks from the whites?

Isn't it easier to hang-dry here than on your shower rod?

And isn't a laundry room a great canvas for Copacabana green?



Thanks to our dear friend and winter roomie, Drew for helping with drywall, mud, paint and heavy lifting. We couldn't have done it with him!