Leave it up to Chicago to send in a pack of snow flurries on the first day of December. You can say a lot about Chicago (corporations, corruption, corpulence) but you can't say that it doesn't do its best to meet seasonal expectations. That wind felt like a knife this morning! Super glad that I got a ride home with Young Finance Guy in the evening, or I may have had to pull a Bear Grylls and shot something and taken its coat to stay warm. (Sorry, I know that was a bad analogy. It's been a longish, very cold day.)
So I've reached that point in my laundry cycle where I'm running out of underwear but don't have the time to get out to the laundromat. I like to do laundry on Saturday mornings, but, for the last few months, that's when I have my art class. It's really thrown me off my schedule. This makes me really grumpy and slightly unhygienic. Sometimes I'll do laundry on Saturday afternoons if I'm not wiped out by painting, but for the most part I wait a bit longer than I normally would b/c the thought of rushing through the laundry process really stresses me out. I'm at the point where you're rummaging through your drawer and trying to decide between: huge, ugly, but strangely comfortable granny panties; wildly work-inappropriate panties, possibly of the lacy and/or thong variety; and panties that are 2 sizes too small. In honor of the holiday season, I'm currently wearing a Grinch-colored and Grinch-heart-sized pair. TMI? Oh yeah, definitely. What can I say? Gotta show that Christmas cheer somehow.
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i used to only do laundry when i'm down to my last pair of (granny) underwear. i always complain about them and everyone keeps telling me to just buy new underwear so i wouldn't have to resort to comfy granny panties. somehow, it never quite works that way though. do you think celebrities have granny underwear?
am i weird?
it was a sad day when i had to buy new underwear because my butt outgrew a small.
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