The dollar store has waffle shirts in again, which I wear three seasons of the year to work and that get splashed with bleach droplets and imbued with a sweat smell that won't go away. So new ones at $10 a pop are always appreciated. And maybe I'll give in and just throw out the smelly ones, since none of the classic treatments can reduce that lingering stink to a point where my foxhound's nose can't detect it.
I have tomorrow off work, and it will be a sunny autumn day, and I could go to Old Navy and get some tanktops that fit.
And in the evening I sit the Little Girls, who are practically at an age to sit themselves. But they wanted me over! So, yeah.