This shirt is yesterday's shirt, but its molting. Tomorrow it will grow into a bigger and more colorful shirt. This may explain why there have been no duplicate shirts yet. The shirts must be breeding in Paul's closet and producing shirt offspring of brilliant colors and textures unbeknownst to Paul and his family. We actually decided to put this theory to scientific scrutiny and began our search in the dryer (the most obvious hiding place for tiny shirts). Click here to see what we found. Now that we found one we are sure that there must be a breeding population of shirts in the house, but we have decided to let Paul decide how to best handle the situation. No one wants to come between an angry mother shirt and her baby shirt.

We have also included a picture of Paul's boots today. Paul heard the word grunge yesterday and got waaaaaay too excited. He actually broke out corduroys and these boots to add to the statement made by the shirt. What none of has the heart to tell Paul was that the shirt was too ugly even for grunge! Well he knows now. When Paul said 'You have to see my boots', I had this instantaneous mental image of Paul wearing Jack Boots to work and I was actually afraid to look down. It turns out that Paul's taste in footwear is not even in the same league as his taste in shirts because these boots are actually socially acceptable.

Tomorrow is crocktoberfest here at Link Computer Corporation and Paul has hinted at wearing a costume and the only thought that went through my head was 'What the hell have you been wearing for the past year?'