So from time to time I take my laundry over to my parents' house because Lydia and I only get 2 days a week to do laundry at our place. I always seem to miss my laundry day during the middle of the week (as does Lydia) which means that there are 2 of us trying to do all of our laundry on Sundays. To avoid a pileup, I just take my stuff out to Surrey since I usually end up visiting on Sundays anyways.
However, this being a long weekend and having had stuff to do on Sunday, I decided to take it out there on Monday instead. Everything was awesome because my mom uses this wicked smelling laundry soap AND she has fabric softener! I was halfway home, driving onto the Knight Street bridge when I gasped out loud in horror... I HAD LEFT ALL OF MY BRAS HANGING UP TO DRY ABOVE THE DRYER IN THE LAUNDRY ROOM... IN SURREY.
WHAT A SERIOUS DISS.
Do you even understand how harsh that is? They are all my best bras! Without them I am nothing! I need their support! (I really, really do. All my well provided for sistas know what I'm talking about!) So here I am at work in my sports bra... and feeling weird... but really comfy. My mom said she would totally bring them to me tonight, along with a sweater and my short shorts that I also left behind. That's why my mom is awesome.
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I also have a hard time living without my bras---and living with them too. This sunburn is making it really difficult to wear a bra, but my modesty is making it really difficult to not wear one. Ack!
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