Went to go and pick out an outfit for a lunch I’m having today with a dear friend I haven’t seen in years. Thanks to the near historic laundry avoidance I have practiced this week, all my “cool clothes” are “iced-out” with baby puke. (It’s OK she’s my sorority sister, so she’s seen me covered in vomit before.)
Looks like I’ll be wearing something from the back of the closet: HELLO HYPERCOLOR!
Hey Laundry Mountain, you thought you beat me this time but I WIN AGAIN!USA! USA! USA!