tomato sauce is evil
Well wouldn't it happen that the one day I've worn white in the last two months is the one day that I'm seriously jonesing for spaghetti?? You know it would. That's right. And what better to go with my nice off-white tank-top but a nice spot of tomato sauce?? (Strategically placed, of course, front and centre on the bustline... where else?) Even my trusty little Tide pen is not equal to the task. I fear for the well being of my tank. Evil, Evil spaghetti! Why did you make me want you so? Why did I give in? I am weak. WEAK!
The old addage really is true: you CAN dress me up, but you can't take me anywhere... unless you follow me around with a bib, a dustpan, a washcloth, and a Tide pen...
** please note that this is NOT an advertisement for Tide pens... the damn thing let me down. I still have a little orange spot, front and centre. *grumble grumble grumble*
Good day to you all.