Black Wednesday

Needed some shopping therapy yesterday so Amy and I hit the stores with credit cards in our hot little hands. We both purchased a few tops, one of which I liked so much that I wanted to wear it today. I've been feeling like black this week, have been wearing it inside and out since Monday and decided that my newly bought sweater would be donned today. Wednesday.

Problem: I just did laundry Monday night. Wash pile fresh out.

Solution: Make wash pile. I ransacked the house looking for things to wash, and gathered enough to almost fill the machine. Not a very cost-efficient activity and I'm all about saving money and energy (because it costs money) - we'll discuss my affinity for coupons, discounts and price matching another time - but I needed this sweater to be clean. There's no sense in trying to rationalize it and sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do. Besides, as a proud female I completely accept that there are occasions when I make little or no sense though I'm usually very practical. Does that bother me? Not so much. Do women in general bother me with their predictable unpredictability? Yes, but let's not dwell on such trite matters.

I'm wearing my new and freshly laundered black sweater today. Look at it, admire it, envy it.