After months of planning and weeks of searching, I finally adopted a dog. He’s a 1-year-old Maltese — a small, white ball of fur.

I got my dog from a family friend who realized things were just too chaotic with three dogs and four grandchildren.

I finally found my new apartment. I’m thrilled. There’s only one setback – no washer or dryer.

I’m trying to be optimistic. The laundry room is just down the hall. And I can do a few loads all at once (theoretically).

The optimism thing was working – until I talked to my friend from college, and she reminded me about the giant orange underpants.