"Especially when you wear your pink flip flops."

So, the real lesson of my last post should be to Never. Do. That. Much. Laundry. Ever. EVER. It sucked away my soul and left me moaning on the floor to please, please, sweet mother of pearl, make it stop.

And I left the last load of clean laundry lingering in the basket until, um, this afternoon. (I thought about throwing a blanket over it to hide it for old time's sake, but was too weary even for that.)

But the real reason for this post is that I have to confess that on the same day I was professing to have too many clothes, I bought a new shirt. But - there's always a but! - it's yellow with colored polka dots and really, is there a better way to usher in spring than to wear a yellow polka-dotted shirt with my new pink flip flops that don't completely match but I wear them anyway? I submit there is not. And if that's not enough to convince you, the shirt was only four dollars. So there.

There goes another roll of quarters

Today I bucked down and did nine loads of laundry - six of clothes and three of bedding.

Two important facts can be gleaned from this situation:

1. I got a bit behind during tax season.

2. I have way too many clothes.


I promise, I'm giving some of it away this summer. Really.

Why I go to FHE

On Sunday, my cousin went to show me her mice, Cookies and Cream.

Actually, I only saw Cream. You see, poor Cookies squeaked her last after my cousin, bless her heart, "accidentally sat on her."

And then I was forced to try to solemnly console my dear cousin while positively chuckling inside. I'm not going to lie. It was tricky.


And that's how the cookie crumbled.

I felt like Janssen

On Sunday, a lady was surprised to hear that I'm in grad school.

"You don't look like you're old enough to be in school. You look like you're 18 or 19."


Yikes, I didn't think that my haircut made me look that young.


But it's better than being a sixth grader. :)

I promise I don't hate the environment

For Earth Day today, I didn't ride my bike to work, swear off television, or take a 30-second cold shower.


But I did eat "dirt" with some of my friends (in disposable cups...whoops). I sense a tradition coming on...

Today, on my first Saturday off since January,

I bought a pair of pink flip flops.

Did I need yet another pair of flip flops? No.

Do I even own anything in the same shade of pink? No.

Was I about to let that stop me? Of course not. I can now buy a shirt to match.

On Thursday morning,

I strolled into work and opened Outlook. This is always slightly terrifying, because my inbox is usually teetering with urgent emails that needed answering two hours ago.

But this time, there was only one email waiting for me - from HR.

It said:

"Heather, we are trying to reassign some clients and we were wondering what your plans for maternity leave are."

Good heavens, I hope I won't be taking maternity leave anytime soon! I think that miracle was meant to only happen once...

"This song is dedicated to you, from the man outside our window."

The song: Every Breath You Take. Yes, I crack myself up. No, I'm not ashamed.

To all you American Idol fans out there,

I don't want David Archuleta to win. Sorry. Actually, I'm not sorry. I think he's boring.

The best part of tax season being over

is that when I left work at 5:02 today, there were only six cars left in the parking lot. Brilliant.

Heather Trying to Get a Tan: Day 2

Over the past two days, I've spent over an hour and a half in the sun. Why am I not a bronze beauty yet??