Sell out with me tonight.

Due to a string of stunning coincidences, I ended up walking into work this morning with a Starbucks coffee of a more-than-five-word name* in one hand and my dry cleaning in the other.**

Yes. I picked up my dry cleaning on the way to work. I am a person who now has dry cleaning and walks with it industriously down busy downtown streets, slurping her fancy latte as she goes.

Today, I am a hilarious New York chick-lit stereotype. :D

*Insomnia! Slept a little late! Had to pick something up on the way in!
**I am reporting in the House twice this week and reporting a committee the day after those! My jacket smelled! It's dry clean only, and if I bring it here and leave it here, that's one less thing to worry about in the morning tomorrow!