As I hung up laundry on Friday night (because my life is fucking exciting), I realized that I was hanging up 9 black V-neck t-shirts.  NINE.

That seemed excessive.

This blog could probably just end here.   Because as soon as “this seems excessive” entered my head, I should have immediately realized I HAVE UNDERGONE A FUNDAMENTAL CHANGE.  Or something.

Either way, to remedy, I went out and bought 4 more v-neck t-shirts on Sunday.   Purple, pink, turquoise, and blue.

Here is your daily rainbow.   I’m going to go back to figuring out who’s inhabiting my body.

Either way, both of us are a little fond of v-neck t-shirts.