Two things

1) Every time I go to get my hair cut I suddenly have to poop. I don't know what it is, maybe waiting to get my hair cut is somehow a laxative. Seriously, I'll be sitting in a chair, waiting for my barber to finish up with the guy he is with, minding my own business reading the newspaper or a magazine and all of a sudden I have to poop. And it isn't a slight "i need to poop" but a full blown "man, I really need to poop". The guy must think I'm a fastidious launderer because I always announce that I need to go check on my laundry about five minutes into being there. I think he might be on to me though because he always has a knowing look in his eye when I come back 5 minutes later with a Starbucks donut.

2) I bought a hilarious turquoise 80's Yves Saint Laurent sweater (think the cosby show)at Value Village last week for $7. It was pretty much the find of the century. That is, until I ruined it just now. I was pretty sure it was acrylic, but I didn't bother reading the care tag before washing it. Turns out it was wool. Oops. Now the laundromat garbage can is the temporary home to shrunken 1980's men's designer fashion.