It's been a weird day. A t-shirt day. No one has given me clothes for millions of years. Today I received two t-shirts. The first is a Game of Thrones t-shirt, a couple who I let borrow my GoT discs and acquired an addiction. The husband bought three t-shirts for him and his wife (I work with her) to wear during the premiere. She asked who the 3rd shirt was for and he said it was for me. I love out of the blue, geekery (sp?) gratitude.
Then at lunch I go the post office and
there is a package from Zazzle (I think). I got my LIZARDMAN GLADIATOR
t-shirt. I was like, are you fucking kidding me? I nearly disrobed
right there on federal property to put it on. But decided I did not
need to collect misdemeanor offenses.
After these are washed they are going into the rotation.