I've been busy and/or out of the house most of the last week and a half, either working or finishing up the Monologues stuff (I just have to hand it all off and I'm free!), and my darling family hasn't bothered to do any laundry when I haven't been here to do it for them. I swear, when I finally do move out again, they'll just stop eating.
Anyway, so I'm doing laundry today, but I've discovered that I have no clean work jeans, only laundry-day panties left, and no bras. Six months ago I could have just worn one of those tank tops that has the shelf built in, but since I started the birth control, I...fall out of the ones that I currently own. I'm not even exaggerating at all; I put on one to wear to work a few days ago, decided it was a little too low in the front, and then fell out the bottom when I pulled it up.
I think I'm going to have to wear something corset-ish to D&D tonight. I don't even know.
(I have one that's slim enough that I can wear it under a t-shirt, but that's still ridiculous.)