I worked in an office last year. We had these “Wacky Shirt Wednesdays.” On the first Wednesday I was able to participate, I decided to wear the shirt my mom was wearing when I was born. Now there’s some leftover placenta and uterine lining, so it isn’t the cleanest shirt. BUT it’s the thought that counts. That what momma says.

This f’n Karen decides to come over to my desk and tell me it’s “inappropriate” and “gross” and “ur mom’s placenta will get in my salmon salad”.

Win for me: keep wearing the shirt Win for Karen: stop having me wear the shirt Win Win Win: frame the shirt on my office wall so there’s never a chance of getting placenta in Karen’s salad.

Win Win Win!!