I'm Back, If Not Properly Dressed

I have been a bit behind on things of late. Like, writing in my blog, cooking food that humans are intended to eat, and...doing laundry.

The last issue led to an absolutely panicked moment this morning (okay, well, perhaps it was a half hour before noon) as I upended the last bits of clean laundry from my laundry basket onto the bed and began desperately sorting through the clothes to find a clean pair of underwear. I had already opened both drawers in the dresser to find them empty, so you can imagine how my heart was pounding as my hands skittered through the pile of clean-but-too-wrinkled-to-wear shirts and pants, finding plenty of socks but no underpants.

I tried not to get dizzy. I mean, omigod, what if I actually had no clean underwear?!? Do you know what this would mean? Even if I stayed at home all day and no one saw me, everyone would know, psychically, that I am the worst human being EVER! WITH NO CLEAN UNDERWEAR!

Frankly, the thought of me, Alix North of the Many Pairs of Underwear, running out-yes me, who bought those many packages in the soul-shriveling trip to the Store That Shall Remain Nameless-is sobering. Just think of how much laundry I must have stacked up. Like, maybe enough so that I can't vacuum the rug in the bedroom because of it!

I mean, it's not like I haven't tried to keep up on this, but not everything has worked out. The laundry I was picking through, while indeed clean, was supposed to go back for a rinse and a re-dry because it had never dried quite right and by the time I carried it all the way downstairs I realized it was too damp to put in drawers, despite the fact that I ran it through two rounds of permanent press dry, and I definitely don't have enough space to hang it all to dry, but it was midnight and I was tired and so I just left it in the basket and maybe, just maybe, that was two weeks ago. Maybe.

Okay, perhaps I haven't been on top of anything. But, thankfully, the gods gave me a reprieve: I found one last pair of black hipsters at the bottom of the basket. I would breathe a sigh of relief, but I know that really, I've just been put on warning. Do the laundry, Alix. Eat something other than peanut butter sandwiches and pasta from a box. And write in your damn blog, because nobody's gonna come by anymore if there is nothing there.

So, hi there, beloved readers. I am back. I hope your 2007 ended nicely, and if it didn't...well, you get to do a "do over" for 2008. Only, let's not do anything over. Let's do it all bigger and better and a little bit more fabulously than we imagined a year ago. That's what I'm gonna do, at least. Once I get some more clothes into the wash, that is. Teal track pants paired with a pink-and-black hoodie wasn't exactly what I thought of as "more fabulously" in the fashion department, but I need to do a few loads before I am prepared to let my brilliance fully shine. But watch out, 'cause it's coming!

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