I Am Irrationally Irked At Dirty Laundry

Here's how things generally go with the laundry in my life:
I do laundry. I wear clothes. Life gets crazy. Time passes. I run out of clothes to wear. I don't have time to do laundry again yet.
One of two things then happens. I either look like this:

Or like this:

Those might be slight exaggerations. Slight being the operative word there. 

Anyway.

Today, I reached that point. I decided I would rather avoid the oversized Christmas sweater vibe (it becomes more common the closer I get to December), and I put on something a little bit nicer than what I usually wear. A little bit. I really don't look that fantastic today.

But apparently that is much more fantastic than usual. 

I've gotten a lot of compliments. That's swell. I'm not complaining.

Then I ran into a good friend of mine on the way to class today. Observe:

"Jenna!"

"Friend!"

"Wow. You look really nice today."

"Thanks. Much appreciated."

"You don't have a date tonight do you? Wait. Of course you don't. You're just behind on laundry aren't you?"

My life is far too predictable. 

Add some sass to your class,

Jenna