Fuzzy Sarah

I got dressed in the dark this morning.
It was raining pretty hard.
I was too tired to turn the lights on.
I didn't get to bed until about one in the morning.
I had lost my keys.
I am such a flake.

Incidentally, the only dry sweatshirt
I had this morning was the
incredibly dirty one.
Ink stains, grease stains, every type of stain.
It just wouldn't wash clean.

I didn't notice until about half an hour into the drive.

Great.
Raining, cold and wet, I yanked the sweatshirt
Off, turned it inside-out, and
Slipped it back on. Now the
Side that I present to the world ls clean and soft and fuzzy.

And though there may be tags sticking out every which way
And though I have been asked a number of times today
"Do you know your sweatshirt is inside out?"
I kind of like it this way.

It makes me look fuzzy!