So I got dressed for work this morning, and lo and behold there's a big gob o' something on my sweater. Ick. Did I take the sweater off and grab something else? No, I didn't. Because there is nothing else. Because, hello, dollhouse sized washer and dryer and LAUNDRY, WHO?
I pinned a rhinestone butterfly over the gob o' something and went to work, ignoring the much smaller and less discretely placed mini-gobs.
Not going to lie... it's not the first time I've been a wardrobe slob. Wearing jeans off the bedroom floor? Check. Hanging up a dress after a party to wear it again before dry cleaning? Check.
How about you? Because I know I'm not the only one.