Camouflage Colors

I have developed a subconscious habit of planning what to have for dinner each night based on the color I am wearing that day. Since it's practically impossible to both cook and eat a meal without splashing something on my shirt, it's just easier to wear the color I will be eating. And I've noticed that this habit slips into my morning routine as well. Sometimes the planning happens the opposite way--I choose what to wear based on the food I'm in the mood for. Certain colors are simply mouth-watering. Here are my clothing flavors as seen above (from L-R): Sloppy-Joe, Pesto, Cherry Pie, Chicken-and-Wild-Rice Soup, and Meatloaf. Mmmmm!

For some unexplained reason, the addition of a third child to our household resulted in an exponential increase in dirty laundry. It defies the laws of...well, something. When I got married, the laundry pile basically doubled, as one would expect. When child A came along, the laundry pile grew by the appropriate amount for one additional person. Child B--same story. But child C somehow caused a population explosion in the laundry basket. How this can be, when her clothes are so tiny, is really a mystery to me. But I believe this is why I have developed the clothing flavor habit--as a kind of defense mechanism to cope with the omnipresent Laundry. If you can't see the stain, the shirt doesn't actually have to be washed, does it?