I just got back from the cleaners. I put in 6 pieces and the three designer things I dropped off are mysteriously gone. I'm on my way to the airport. Like I might seriously miss my flight to DC writing this. I WILL NOT let this ruin my good time or my good mood.
When I get back, I will, however, be rendering a cuss out that would make someone quit their job and become a monk or nun, while simultaneously fearing for the life and well-being of their current family and future offspring.