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Five Shirts in One Day |
2005-04-06� �� 8:40 p.m. |
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Yesterday I changed shirts five times. That�s what kind of day it was. That morning I woke up a little on the blue side, what with the time change still messing with me and my muscles all sore from the running and volleyball on Sunday. The best cure I�ve found for feeling frumpy is to dress as un-frumpy as possible. So yesterday�s outfit was a knit cream-colored top with a fancy collar, a knee-length brown skirt, proper hosiery, my brown heels, and full makeup. I kid you not, it�s one of those outfits where people on the street make comments about how nice I look on the day I�m wearing it. As far as shirt #1 goes, everything started off just fine. At about 2 I ran home for a quick lunch. My fancy noodles, vegan meatballs, and tomato sauce was good, but it apparently wanted to find a resting place on my shirt. Shirt #1 found itself sprayed with stain remover and thrown into the hamper. As I slipped the second cream-colored shirt over my head, I saw that a bunch of my makeup smeared all over the collar. Shirt #2 had the shortest stay on my back of all five shirts. A plain, cream-colored cotton shirt was about all I had left, so I carefully changed into shirt #3 without issue. I finished the rest of my day out, and shirt #3 completely gave up. I didn�t think my underarms were in overdrive, but apparently they were. Shirt #3 was completely soaked, so I went home to change before my makeover class. How many cream colored shirts do I have? Well, I have three decent ones and one button-up with this funky mesh material underneath the arms. I don�t like it, but it was be sweaty, be dirty, or wear the shirt with mesh. The mesh it was, and shirt #4 was put on. I went to a makeover class where I learned how to contour my face with a slightly darker powder and listened to a bunch of princesses ask questions. I left early and headed home. My friend Happy joined me for dinner at my place, and I got out of the ugly mesh shirt as soon as I could. My Shamrock Shuffle shirt became shirt #5 and was promptly thrown on with a pair of jeans Shirt #5 made it through grilling dinner. It made it through tossing together a salad. It made it through serving and eating the meal. However, it didn�t make it through the bottle of wine we drank. I of course didn�t notice this until Happy had left and I called Benito to drunkenly say hello. Five shirts were enough for me, so I tossed in on the floor, turned off the light, and laid my heavy head on the pillow. �
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