It’s makes sense that, a few days after I talk about doing laundry and poke fun at my dad, I’m stuck at work with a pair of dress pants clinging to me like a hungry puppy because I forgot the damn dryer sheets.

It’s really a shame denim isn’t considered ‘dress’. It’s such a superior fabric (at least when you hate ironing and always forget the fabric softener).

I need a computer training job in the cattlemen’s association.