a running log of things I've spilled on my shirt (which I stupidly wore despite the fact I had to iron it)

7:45 a.m.: pineapple scraps. No stain.
8:23 a.m.: water on the collar.
9:49 a.m.: blue ink (why do I still bite my pens?)

The ink is a daily ritual for me. I will write something, then need to type-type and hold the pen in my mouth; I forget about it; whistle. You know - something happens that makes me open my mouth - down goes the pen, business end first and marks up my clothes. It's good times.

12 :00 - 1:00 p.m.: SOMEHOW managed not to get anything on my clothes. I was eating a "wet" burrito (pureed salsa and cheese on top - first time I had one like that) and usually this type of food is a "recipe" for hilarity. Pun very much intended - LOL! :) :^) Normally I am more messy of an eater than your average toddler, but I got through lunch, so I might turn out all right. Just to be sure, I'm eating dinner naked. Even if I go out.

5:37 p.m.: A little sweat. I hadn't completely cooled down from my workout upon putting my work clothes back on. My shirt's day is almost over and it's survived pretty much unscathed. Way to go shirt!