It might wash out

Does anyone remember me talking about how I dress when I am home alone? Old clothes, mismatched? There is a reason I do that. I used to always dress as if I were ready to hit the town.

Then I started dribbling on myself. I was always the one who could eat anything without dropping a crumb ever. I never spilled a drink. I could wear white to eat spaghetti.

Things change, don't they? Maybe it was the carpal tunnel thing, maybe I am getting lazy, old; who knows?

Just today I wore a red shirt and light colored blue jean capris. Red Birkenstock sandals. Sounds pretty safe, doesn't it?

I got through breakfast. All I had was protein powder with milk, and the splash when the blender missed didn't hit my shirt. It was close, but no cigar. I didn't have to change before I left the house.

The reason I left the house was to go to physical therapy. It's not my fault the tech got gel on the back of my shirt when she gave me the ultrasound on my neck. Besides, it doesn't count if I can't see it.

I came home, and fed the cat some canned food. I had to wash my hands, but that's it. Then I combed her. I got most of the hairs off my shirt. She likes to rub against me. I think she is thanking me for combing her since she is so old she can't groom herself well any more.

Then I got a call from a friend asking me to go to lunch. I wiped off some more cat hair on the way to the car and only spilled the diet soda on the car seat. Not bad.

At lunch, I had a diet Coke and a BLT on homemade bread. The bread was cut thickly and I have a small mouth. Yeah, it dripped all down my hand. Bacon grease and mayo and tomato. I asked for another napkin, since I hoped to maintain some dignity.

I picked my napkin up off my leg so I could wipe my hand while I waited for the extra napkin. Oops, grease on the left thigh. Just a small spot. Doing good. Put a new napkin on my lap and successfully finished lunch.

After I got home, I opened a bottle of Rock and Rye thatI had picked up while I was out. I must have jostled it too much, and I really hope all those spots come out from my jeans. It didn't show much on the red top. It came off the computer screen pretty easily.

Now I have on navy capri work out pants and a black t-shirt. Defensive dressing. Pink and white socks, though. With pigs on them.

I once had lunch out of town and dribbled some mayonnaise on my favorite lime green top. I didn't notice it until after I was back where I was staying. When I asked my lunch partner why he didn't tell me, he said he liked having something to look at. Sigh.

Am I too old for a bib?