I was rearranging my closet (AGAIN!) and carefully putting away my shoes by style, color, and awesomeness, when I came across an unusual tag in my shoe box:
I took a closer look because I was drinking a beer and it wouldn't have been the first time beer fooled me:
But it said exactly what I thought it said. They put this tag in my shoe box to protect me from mold? I don't even know what to say.
After feeling safe and full of relief because I was mold free, I decided to hand wash my bras.
In the kitchen sink much to Andy's horror.
Andy: You're gonna wash them where?
Me: In the kitchen sink! Why? Does that offend your delicate sensibilities? Do you have a problem with that Mr. Scratchytheballsatthekitchentable?
Andy: Yeah, I have a problem with boob sweat in the kitchen sink!
Ah! Le Amour!
Anyway! I washed them all but I couldn't figure out where to put them as I washed them. Pay attention! This is very important! I decided to grab a disposable tin roasting pan but it was too small to fit them all (not braggin' or nuthin').
But then! Then the beer came through and gave me a fantastic idea!
Stack them like egg cartons! Oh man, Andy's gonna kill me when he sees this post!
After I washed them all, I was at a loss as to where to hang them. I'm assuming all women hang them from their shower rod, am I right? This is my first foray into hand washing the girl holders. I had one problem. My shower rod is approximately 12 feet high and I'm like 5'2ish depending on shoes and weather so I couldn't reach it on my own.
Me: Andy! I need help!
Andy: If I fall to my death, don't tell people I was smothered by your bras, okay?
After I took this picture I thought 2 things:
Drippy water to the eyeball is very ouchie.
and
I just washed every bra I owned! I hope they dry by tomorrow!
(It was 10:00pm)
