Anchor Shirt dilemma

Many years ago, shortly after High School, my mom bought me a fabulous shirt with an intricate stitched ships anchor design on the front. (I love maritime items - Nautical but nice!)
It quickly became my favorite shirt. However, I have the bad habit of not using the items that I love the most. Out of fear fear of loss or damage due to rampaging thugs, slugs, bugs, pugs etc.
At any rate, I finally decided to wear my prized shirt on an outing - a Vikings football game of all things. Why I thought that the Metrodome, with its bear-swilling, food-tossing atmosphere was the proper venue for my beloved shirt, I will never know.
I will spare you further anxiety by telling you here and now that the shirt did not meet it's demise at the hands of a care-less "Dome-Dog" vendor with bad aim.
What happened was this: I was ascending the stairs in search of over priced nibbly-dibblies, when I came face-to-belly with a disgusting, hideous, slovenly glob of a person wearing....MY SHIRT! Despite the fact that I had never seen anyone wearing this same shirt before, today I was shirt-to-shirt with a creature proudly sporting it. I could almost hear the shirt whimpering in sorrow and shame.
"How" I wondered "could this 'thing' possibly think that it looks good in that splendid piece of clothing?". In as much as the creature was capable of thought, I imagine that he was thinking: "Duh, how come little twerp think he look good in anchor shirt? Him look stoopid! He not pretty like ME in anchor shirt. Maybe I squash him later if I not too drunk. Oops, too late already".
The outing was ruined, as was the charm of the shirt. It went back into the closet, and shortly thereafter it went to the Goodwill.
Did I over react? Should I have continued to love the shirt, despite the unfortuante encounter? Was I really that shallow? The answer would probably be 'yes' on all counts. But, what's done is done. Perhaps some day I will search eBay for a replacement and relive the glory days when my anchor shirt was the apple of my eye, the cream in my coffee and the pride of my closet.

Adult entertainment

Being a kid is fun. Sadly, when you are a kid you can't wait to be an adult. Hence the saying, "Youth is wasted on the young", I suppose.
I suspect that one of the childhood things I miss the most is the 'having of fun'. Entertainment for children consists of cartoons, bright colors, fun games, skipping, jumping and running around like a maniac. That all ends around 13. Then comes the transition to the world of adulthood, and regrettably, "Adult Entertainment". At some point we decide (or society decides for us) that we need to put away the crayons and break out the booze. Adults are supposed to be entertained by heavy drinking and sex. Whether watching it, talking about it or participating in it. All I want to know is: "Why"? Why must so-called "adults" spend all of their time talking about "Goin' drinkin'", bar hopping, clubbing (not baby seals) and one night stands.
If games are played, they must involve "shots" or disrobing. Or both.
That's entertainment?
"Phooey!", Says I. A pox on all that refuse! If I want to watch cartoons, climb on monkey bars and skip instead of walk, then that is what I shall do. Of course, I will more than likely be shunned and/or locked up for my deviant and erratic behavior.
Oh well, please come and visit me during my incarceration. Please bring me chocolate and a game of "Pin the tale on the donkey". The Velcro kind, since I doubt I will be permitted to have sharp objects.

Excerpt from "Moisture"

"No one knew exactly who she was or how she died
But when they opened up her purse, they found a snail inside"

I am full of coffee

Well, nothing earthshaking, earth quaking or mirth making of note has happened yet. So, more coffee please!

Today I thought I saw a small dog sitting on a bookstore counter. It turned out to be a small bundle of decoration. Which makes sense, since dogs are rarely made of prickly green plastic. I say 'rarely' since I have not seen all the dogs in the known world. Perhaps there is a little known breed of prickly plastic pooches out there.