I got some new clothes over the holidays, and wore one of my new shirts today. Usually I wash my new things, and I thought I had with this shirt. I had to pull the tags off this morning, but decided to wear it without washing. (It's very hard to make a decision at dark-thirty.) Imagine my surprise when, at lunch time, I felt something on my shirt. Yep. Went all morning proudly displaying the size tag on the front of my shirt. Sometimes I wonder how I made it through college, much less to adulthood.
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