i can't have nice things.
they were perfect for exactly two days.
on the third day, on the plane back to kansas city, i dropped bits of chocolate on them.
then, yesterday, i took the lid off the tupperware of pesto i made the day before, and it landed, dirty-side-up, on my new amazing sweatpants.
and this morning, i've already spilled coffee on them twice.
my middle name is messy.
and i can't have nice things.