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Friday, January 12, 2007

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!

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5 Comments:

Anonymous Sarah, Goon Squad Sarah said...

Just think. It could be a lot worse if you had little kids.

Ian is way ahead of yo this morning, but we didn't iron what he is wearing.

9:40 AM

 
Anonymous Sarah, Goon Squad Sarah said...

Seriously, only one hour later and you have already added to your list?

Keep it up. You can beat Ian.

So far he only had yogurt and poop on his jammies before we started fresh.

His new shirt has drool and snot. Oh, and apple juice.

11:02 AM

 
Blogger djn said...

I have tooth paste on my sleeve...

12:40 PM

 
Blogger Joe said...

Look at it this way. If you're ever stranded on a desert isle, that shirt will have enough on it to sustain you for a few weeks.

3:08 PM

 
Blogger Nukie said...

Who do you mail the shirt to when you're done wearing it? It's still good.

9:35 PM

 

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