Yesterday I couldn't find my bra anywhere.  Sure, I have other bras, but the one bra I like that seems to hold "my girls" the best was missing.  No one else in the house wanted to help me find it (I don't blame them, they're all boys) however little do they appreciate that I've handled their dirty underwear whenever I do laundry for them.  My brother balked and ran away in mock sissy voice, "Ewwwww!"  So I had to wear my nearly worn out sports bra and sagged.  Not that anyone would notice, but I felt the difference.

So after I get on my clothes for today, I bend down to get my toothpaste and brush out of my bath caddy and discover my good bra crumbled up in a wad stuck in between my small laundry basket and the wall in the hallway right outside the bathroom.  How did I miss THAT?

Just thought it was funny.

No matter what, I still didn't wake up timely enough to get myself together in time to get the garbage out on time.  Not that I wear full make-up and everything just to take out the garbage!