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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Kim