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I am wearing my lecherous Irishman shirt today, and I guess I might wear it every appropriate day, which means I could be wearing it between 5 and 45 more times in my life.  I think I don't need to keep it in my closet for the other days of the year, as there's no chance I'll be wearing it then.  But if I follow that logic, I should be shedding tee-shirts out of my closet more and more.  I have so many dorky or offensive or whatever shirts that were funny when I was younger or were more appropriate when I weighed 20 pounds more or were okay when I didn't care if anyone wanted to  write their congressman after reading it.  But those shirts get worn rarely now, maybe on the weekends, maybe not even then.  I have a habit of 'retiring' old teeshirts, mostly band teeshirts that don't fit anymore or are becoming threadbare.  How many times am I going to wear a solid black felt-applique Skinny Puppy shirt in a Galveston summer?  They need to go, but I want to keep them for when I'm old and crumply so I can remember, oh shit I remember when I bought that shirt at the concert, yadda yadda where's my Ensure?  I got into a polo-esque shirt phase when I moved here, thinking it would be appropriate for gradschool, but found out that  A)I look like some kind of contractor B)polo-esque shirts are soluble in Galveston tap water and C)the thin ones show my nipples when it gets cold outside.  So I've gone back to teeshirts, but I usually just get the uncorporate hipster blank slightly pre-rattied ones, because at least they are comfortable.

I wrenched my wrist last night at practice (or rather someone else did it for me), but I didn't realize it until today.  Even picking up a gallon of milk is painful, though thankfully it's probably a sprain and not a rupture.  I'll just eat pills for lunch and dinner and learn to use my left hand for everything today (insert clandestine dick-yanking reference here).

I dropped off my dog at the vet to get an ultrasound to find out if she's actually pregnant or not.  I have the option of getting her fixed to take care of the pregnancy, since her x-ray came back with a diagnosis of 'moderate hip displasia'.  Luckily (as best as the word can be applied) the OFA sent me a copy before I went to talk to the vet about it so it wasn't a shock like the first time.  I am still reticent about giving up and fixing her, but that is admittedly a puerile reaction and eventually I will relent and end that poem in this chapter of my life.

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mrcougar
Mar. 19th, 2006 08:01 am (UTC)
my old threadbare T shirts with the rude sayings/band names on them where you're not sure to wear or toss out end up getting used for waxing the cars and truck and as an ocassional I dont have anything clean to wear today contingency shirt.yep,I get my moneys worth out of stuff I buy.
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