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You know those little stain remover pens that everybody keeps in their bags and desk drawers?

I couldn’t care less about them. Life is inherently messy and I accept the dot of soy sauce on my white shirt as God’s master plan for me and the vast majority of my white tops sitting in my closet. For some unknown reason to me, I cannot keep a white shirt, white. No matter what I do. Yellowy, white: yes, easy to do. White with spots all over: simple. White, crisp linen white? Nope. Not I. I cannot seem to master the art.

“If you can’t beat them, join them.” And that is what I will be doing from now on, not just with the “white shirt” problems in my life, but with all problems alike. REAL life does not come with an unlimited supply of stain remover pens at our beckon call when things don’t go our way; where we could dab our magical pen and POOF problem/stain gone. And I am not only speaking metaphorically. Seriously, every time I use those damn pens, they never remove my stubborn stains. I am left wet, spotty, and completely disappointed (get your mind out the gutter!) my SHIRT is left wet, spotty and disappointed!

So moral of this story: accept the odd spot of cranberry juice on your silk tie Mr. ****** and stop bothering me. No I do not have a stain remover pen, No I do not have white-out because white-out is for people that make mistakes and NO I WILL NOT learn how to page someone on the intercom because last I checked, we work at a BANK, not Costco. Thanks. Have a nice day and let me return to bloggingAHEM working...