The other day my aunt bought me a shirt at Abercrombie. It ended up being too big. So I called her and told her to save the receipt so I could take it back and get a smaller size. Then I folded the shirt up and laid it on my bathroom sink where I wouldn’t forget it.
Today I was in the laundry room looking to see if my red and white tanktop was in there, and I see a stack of stuff she’s just washed. YEP! Guess what, she washed the shirt I was going to take back. I called her and asked why she had washed it. “It looked dirty.” she says. I hope Abercrombie takes it back. I certainly can’t wear it.
GAAAAH WHY SHE GOTTA BE SO NEAT AND TIDY
If I take it back I think I’ll get a sweater in it’s place, anyway.