Speaking of unplanned exposures. Today I was 5 minutes from leaving for a viewing party for the playoffs. I had to wear my lucky shirt! It was in the dirty clothes pile. Ack!!! I pulled it out, and put it on. I felt pretty gross for about 30 minutes, then mostly forgot about it. I cannot remember the last time (years and years and years) that I did that. Even came home and sat on the couch in the grubby shirt.
Turns out it's maybe not so lucky after all, though. Or maybe it has to be clean to be lucky. :)
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