Presto, Changeo, Nothing Up My Sleeve...

Jen hates my wizard t-shirt. In my defense, I didn't buy it. And by criticizing it, I think she convinced my mother that I should have more truly geeky shirts, including a shirt with a circuit board on it, and one with glow in the dark spiders (that I once wore to a movie at the Bell Museum). Usually I wear them to do work around the house as she refuses to be seen in public with me if they're on my bod. Today she noted that it had several holes in the back - I replied that was probably where I'd been hit by the magic missles. I may not have bought the shirt, but I obviously have earned the right to wear it.