is alive and well, as evidenced by the mass quantities of laundry in my hallway, laundry, room, kids' laundry hampers. . . my bathroom floor. I'm basically saying that we each have about 4 million pieces of clothing. Laundry haunts me. Clutters my view as I type this. Today I decided we should each be allowed 10 outfits. So then that would be 50 outfits for our family. That sounds like a lot, but we are lucky to have much, much more. And by lucky I mean it's also a curse. A curse that haunts me. I think I need to downsize, which would make life much more simple or much more likely that you'd see us wearing dirty clothes.
Oh, and did I mention my husband has pneumonia? Yes. That's real. No exaggeration for dramatic effect.