Come to the dark side; we have cookies.
Today was a stressful day. Nothing too major-league, just piles of annoyances on top of each other. Example: I was on my way to teach class, and I was slowed down on the subway stairs by some chick mincing down the steps in high heels. I tried my best to get around her, but she was waving her arms around and making it pretty much impossible. Finally I got past her, sprinted to the train, and the doors closed, inches away from my face. The next train took... Still waiting... Still waiting... Twenty minutes. I was ten minutes late to teach class. To make matters worse, 80 people got on the elevator and they pressed every button. Yup. God was not smiling upon me today. So I thought, "This is a day of infamy," and got to thinking: Hey, is this Pearl Harbor Day? But no, it was December 7, 1941. D checked on Wikipedia. But all is not lost. I finished my shrug: And got this shirt: And here are the shirts I got yesterday, per Kitkat's request: