today's wardrobe crisis

one of the account executives surprised me in the kitchen this morning.

she playfully pushed me from behind in a flirty/pick-a-fight-with-me way.

of course, first response was to raise my fist threateningly.

unfortunately, i forgot that i had a coffee mug in my hand and i thoroughly doused my left shoulder.

i laughed at my horrible clumsiness but now my superman shirt reeks of kona blend.

i told a coworker that i would be running home to change into my other superman shirt.

as the words were escaping my lips, i realized the absurdity of the whole thing and immediately said, "yes... i have a backup superman shirt."

my coworker asked, "for just such an occasion?"

and then added, "i'm surprised it's not under the one you're wearing now. i thought you'd just rip off the top one and there'd be a brand new one underneath."

updated:

allow me to explain the reason i have two of the same t-shirt.

several years ago, my brother had borrowed my superman t-shirt and it was missing for several months.

i would ask him and ask him for it back and he kept insisting that he didn't have it.

well, i needed to have a superman shirt to properly carry out my amazing feats of rescue and derring-do, so i bought another one.

and then 2 months later my brother found and returned the original.

and that is why i now have a back-up superman shirt.