I should be on my way to work, but I’m still in the clothes that I slept in. In a few minutes I’ll go upstairs, shower, dress– but right now I’m dreading it. Why?
Because tonight I have to attend a fancy dinner.
I know, I know: poor me. I have to go to a fancy dinner. The food will probably be delicious. There will be dessert. Somebody else will do the dishes. What’s my problem? Well, clothes.