You know what happens when you’re trying to simultaneously cook dinner, do a load of laundry, figure out where your husband put the dye grabber sheets, and change clothes? You say things like, “I’ll just put these jeans on so I won’t be barefoot.”
Um, yeah. I was in the process of putting on jeans and looking for my flip-flops at the same time.
And for the record, dinner is started, the washing machine is running without the dye grabber sheets because I can’t find them, and I’m both jeaned and shod.
That is all.
