The Shirt (or how my husband drives me crazy)

My husband. God knows I love him but, dang! There might be a few things about him that drive me absolutely mad. Take the fact that he hates to get rid of anything. ANTYHING. What made me think of this now? I was folding the laundry and I came upon The Shirt. 

Though there are others like it in Rick's drawer, I have to say The Shirt is the worst. What is The Shirt? A relic from our college days featuring none other than Indiana University's coaching legend, Bobby Knight. Bobby is know for leading IU to two national basketball championships -- one of which occurred when Rick and I were going there in 1987. Strangely, however, Bobby may be best known for his contribution to the Sports Hall of Shame: The chair throwing incident. 

But I digress. This isn't about The Chair. This is about The Shirt. Rick loves The Shirt. In fact, he loves it so much he won't let it go even though it now looks like this:

FRONT - Notice ripped collar and stains on sleeve and along bottom

BACK: Notice HUGE tear along the upper back of the shirt. How can he still wear this?

Wait. That photo of the back doesn't quite capture the severity of the tear. To further prove my point, I have enlisted the help of my son's teddy bear, Jefferson, to model it for you.

(As you may be able to see, the photo shoot totally confused our cat. I have no idea why. Photographing a stuffed animal in a t-shirt is completely normal.)

See? Even Jefferson looks like he has been shamed into wearing The Shirt. Poor thing. It totally has to go.

But Rick refuses. "What if I got rid of other things of mine just because they've aged and are no longer as attractive as they once were?" he asks.

Hmm...

how I looked on our wedding day

how I looked when I woke up this morning

Touché, Mr. Murphy. 
You can keep your dang shirt.