My New Best Friend

This morning I got dressed in black jeans and a white shirt. When my husband told me he had a sore throat and wasn't feeling well, I had the perfect remedy! I offered to make him a blueberry smoothie. I even brought the glass upstairs to him. But during the hand-off, I managed to drip smoothie all over the front of my shirt.

So I quickly grabbed another white shirt, only to find it was all wrinkled. I ran downstairs to add it to a small load Marianne had in the drier. A few minutes later it was nice and crisp, so I slipped it on and went on my way. Thank goodness I didn't actually leave the house because, as my children pointed out to me, I had failed to notice that my shirt was covered with greasy pink spots. A quick investigation proved that a tube of pink chapstick had found its way into the drier--and all over my shirt.

I headed back to my closet for my 3rd shirt of the day, only this time I chose a black and grey print!