Tomorrow, I have one of those things that shall not be named on the internet, lest I tempt the gods and jinx myself. I learned my lesson last time, thank you very much. And for this thing that must not be named I have to look nice. Like I don't get dressed in the dark every morning. Like my clothes aren't made of dog hair.
Honestly, it would be easier to make new clothes from scratch than to try to scrape together something presentable from the stained, pilled, ill fitting pieces that are currently hanging in my closet.
So I just up and bought my first suit.
Who wants to take bets on how long till I find it smeared with peanut butter and being used as a dog bed?