Validation

I was chatting with a colleague about her weekend, and she said she did a lot of laundry.

I admitted that my household had reached a laundry crisis level - Bump told me last night that Lumpyhead was wearing his last pair of underpants. "Either we have to do laundry tonight," Bump told me, "or I have to go to Target."

"Oh," my colleague told me, "we had already hit Target."

I've always liked this woman, but now I think I love her.