I need to do laundry.
It's casual Friday, which is good since all of my professional-wear is in the dirty clothes pile. Unfortunately, all of my casual-wear is there, too. This morning, I sorted through the mountain and found two decently clean pairs of pants to choose from. Unfortunately, decently clean is a rather generous term for them both. One pair of jeans has a distinctively mesquite smell from sitting by a roaring campfire at retreat last week. The other has a lingering tinge of curry from last night's culinary triumph (green curry with eggplant and sweet potatoes...delicious). Reluctantly, I chose the currypants.
Earlier this morning I went to the restroom here at the office and noticed in the mirror something on my sleeve. When I tried to brush it away, I realized it was actually a gaping hole produced by a very large rip in this, my favorite shirt. Blast.
I am suffering from a sad, sad case of wardrobe malfunction. Luckily, there is leftover curry for lunch, and all my meetings today are conference calls.