the mock-up.

I just had an interesting moment with my roommate.

Let me clarify that the roommate -- the newest one, who replaced Julia -- is generally tops. Our schedules dictate that we see each other only about 20 minutes a month, which is also tops (and pathetic, as it is a reflection of how much time I spend in the library). It's a low-stress living situation.

Anyway, I was in the kitchen when roommate bustled in, pajama-clad and clearly frustrated. The lock to our laundry room, apparently, was frozen -- something she didn't discover until she had dragged a vacation's worth of dirty clothes through the icy back alley. "What do I do?" she asked, grumpily.

"Maybe pour some hot water on it," I said, and headed back to the television and Comedy Night Done Right.

Ten minutes later, she declared, "You're a genius!" The hot water unstuck the lock and roommate was free to wash her clothes. As she packed up her hamper, she sang over her shoulder, "You're more resourceful than a guy!"

I don't quite know what to make of that.

Headed to Tremblant this weekend with ladies from the office. Saints preserve us.