Well, after the excitement of the tree, I thought it would be a great day today. Nope.
I ruined basically my entire wardrobe in oh, 90 minutes. Somehow, I let a chapstick escape into the laundry, and it washed and dried before I found out. Hence, the whole load is stained and unrescueable. Really. The spots are just too small and spread out to even attempt to rescue them. I tried on one of my shirts (of the 7 in the load) and it just didn't even work at all. And we're talking about 7 of my shirts, two of S's, and one pair of his pants, and one of mine. All fucking lights. I mean, they are light colored. With big dark chapstick splotches. It would take us so long to rescue each of those items that I don't think we're going to even try. I went online earlier and blew money I don't have so that I can have a wardrobe. Because here's the thing with laundry--if you're doing it, it means you probably wear the item on a regular basis. Argh. Five good shirts, ruined. A pair of pants I wear all the time. S's favorite (and nicest) pair of pants.
And lest I forget, I ruined two other items of S's clothing earlier in the year. I put two new (NEW!) PJ shirts in the laundry with a red towel. And OLD red towel, but no matter. S now has two new (NEW!!) pink shirts. He said he wasn't mad, but come on. And now the pants. Oh well, clearly I shouldn't be let loose near a washing machine. How depressing. I just ruined about a quarter of my wardrobe.
And if you think I didn't cry, you clearly don't know me very well. Poor S. I ruined his clothes, and I cried all over him. I suck as a girlfriend.
But at least the Christmas tree is pretty.
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