Pizza Hut

The only good thing I can think of about the mound of laundry on my couch that needs to be folded is that at least it’s clean. So, in the event of a wardrobe emergency I’ve got plenty of clean clothes to patch things up. Sure, they might be a bit wrinkly but what’s a few wrinkles on a fresh shirt compared to dirt, spit-up and beef grease on a dirty one? I know which shirt I would choose in an urgent situation. Those are my thoughts for the evening and they have nothing to do with Pizza Hut… I just felt like writing that.