Somewhere in between the one thousand "last minute changes" I have to do today, I decided to fit in laundry. Laundry, not because I thought it would be fun, but because the jeans I've worn 5-6 times are starting to stink. My Dad once told me that he used to wear his jeans until he could smell them, then he'd wear them a couple more days. I on the other hand decided to wash mine once they became offensive. So with 5 giant piles of sorted laundry on the floor, where else was Lola to nap for the day? On the clean laundry of course.