Sorry for the non-gluten-free post, but I have to share this. Aaron thinks I am nuts; my mom, sister and several friends said they would have done the same thing that I did.
When Hannah broke her arm in June, I was wearing a grey Ohio State t-shirt. I remember only because I was stuck in that same shirt for 24+ hours and I wanted out of it. I washed the shirt and it went back in my closet until last week.
Friday morning I was getting dressed and wanted to wear something “Ohio State” because that is what we Buckeyes fans do on Fridays & Saturdays. It was one of the only short sleeve OSU shirts that I had, so on it went. It did briefly cross my mind that I hadn’t worn the shirt since that night in June when Hannah fell, but then left my mind as quickly as it entered.
As I was driving Hannah to the hospital on Friday night, I remembered the shirt. I had the shirt on. The shirt, that in my opinion, is now cursed. I had to get rid of the shirt. When we got down to the ER, I told Aaron about the shirt and he giggled. He said I was crazy. I might be, but I just felt that I had to get that shirt off. As the night wore on, I was planning on hitting the gift shop as soon as it opened to find a new shirt and ditch the one I was wearing. It finally dawned on me after Hannah was admitted and settled in her room that I could take the shirt off and put my fleece jacket on instead. Apparently walking around in a bra is frowned upon. On the way to the cafeteria I thought about where to ditch my shirt. I wanted it as far away from me as I could get it. I entered the cafeteria and walked to the far corner and stuffed the shirt in a trash can. I felt much better now that it was out of my possession. I realize that some of you are laughing at me, and that is okay. I’ll deal with the giggles as long as I don’t have the shirt.
So, what would you have done? Kept the shirt or ditched it?
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