The Happiest Little Part of Me

When you work from home and take multiple walks per day in the mucho-warmo sun of spring in southeast Georgia, you wear a lot of t-shirts and shorts. And you do a lot of laundry. So, the same t-shirts you wear one week are generally recycled into the next week's wardrobe... of course, because they hit the top of the pile when they're laundered each week. Anyway, there's this one t-shirt that I find myself wearing more than all the others. It makes me smile every time I put it on for two reasons... maybe more, but two that I'll share with you here.

For one, it's a marching band tee. (By the way, I saw a young guy... think high schooler... in Wal Mart tonight in a marching band tee. This guy was cute, looked like he probably has several things going for him... sports, friends, etc. Why should I be amused that he was wearing a marching band tee?) I think us self-proclaimed "band geeks" have sentenced ourselves to such a silly moniker. Self-preservation, y'know? I don't care. Honestly, some of us ARE big ole dorks. But we're the kind of dorks that are funny and silly. Anyway, I'll tell anyone who wants to listen that I was a member of the Marching Tar Heels. Best years of my life. Best friends I ever had. Best, well, lots o' stuff. But the fact that this particular t-shirt is a Pride of the ACC advert makes me giggle every time I think about my audience in the neighborhood. They have no idea, I'm sure. They're just not in the game.

Second, it has a HOLE in it. Now, I have TONS of t-shirts in my drawers/closet/armoire. Many of them haven't been worn many times at all and are in pristine condition. Why I would continue to sport a marching band tee with a HOLE in it is beyond me. But I do. I probably actually seek it out, truth be told. One thing I didn't mention (but that you probably could've guessed) is that I have about a million marching band tees. Of this particular year/style/print? Probably (without exaggeration) at least five. The hole is what sets this one apart. I always know that it's "the one" because I can do something with it I can't with all the rest of the mirror-minded Pride tees... I can touch the skin on my shoulder without lifting the sleeve. I know... a-m-a-z-i-n-g. Ooooooh. Anyway, the tragedy (or blessing, depends on your point of view, I guess) is that the hole is growing noticeably bigger now. I guess the fabric really isn't holding up as well as I could've hoped.

Anyway... this was today's t-shirt. It was just-light-enough workout garb on, count 'em, TWO walks (Cooper was stoked!) and it served as the perfect cover-up to my it's-finally-time-to-break-it-out-again! bikini at the pool (oh my gosh, how much do I LOVE sneaking off to the pool in the middle of my workday?!). Of course, most importantly, it's my most-impressive topic of conversation tonight on this here silly (and hopefully funny) blog.

Speaking of going to the pool and my bikini... I decided that I'm soft, sure. I have rounded edges. I have definitely been neglecting the aerobic and anaerobic. But I don't care. If I could bear to keep the self-portraits on the camera (and possibly even eventually transfer 'em to the computer), I could have pizza and beer (although, substitute cinnamon sticks for the beer please... I'll take those sugar-filled empty calories over blecht-beer empty calories anyday). Luckily, that's good enough motivation to bring out my rose-colored glasses... or I-look-okay-colored glasses, as the case may be. No worries. I won't subject you to the proof of my delusion. But I will subject you to a few new puppy pics. Like Haley said, it IS called "Pawpads", after all. What else would you expect?

These are from just today. Now that it's warm out and our grass is green again, how could I NOT go outside, sit in the lawn, and snap pics?!