So last week I went to girls camp with DynaGirl. It was all great, fine, whatever. The details are not important because the only thing I can think about right now is the t-shirt that got left behind.
I realized Friday evening as I was sorting my laundry that my sweats and favorite tee did not make it home. I must have left them in the bathroom that last morning. I tracked down the lady who came home with the lost and found box and recovered my sweats, but my t-shirt was nowhere to be found. I’m assuming since the sweats and tee were last seen together, someone must have “accidentally” decided to take my favorite t-shirt home.
In an effort to cope with this great loss, I have decided that whoever made off with my shirt of awesomeness must have been in desperate need of constant self-affirmation. So every day he or she will put on my t-shirt and look in the mirror and be able to go on living. I have decided my t-shirt is saving a life. Hopefully any guilt this person may feel over having acquired the life-saving t-shirt ill-gottenly will not weigh too heavily on their conscience, slowly driving them into the depths of insanity and despair. That would be an unfortunate turn of events. Most unfortunate indeed.
And now I’m going to take a valium and lie down for an indefinite period of time.
*Treasured friend and giver of the tee, please know that I cherished the time I had with this token of your affection and I will miss it forever. And ever.