Tonight, I was cleaning out my bedroom closet, deciding which clothes to trash, which to donate, and which to keep. (I’m a bit late with my spring cleaning.) Though it all, my overriding thought was: What would Carson say? Sometimes, I must admit, (my imagined version of) his comments were pretty biting. That’s when clothes got chucked.
Oh, and if you don’t know who Carson is, you need to start watching Queer Eye. It’s, well, fabulous.