Last week, Henry, Eliza, Dylan, and I went to our local Goodwill to shop around. Eliza and I stormed the women's section, while the boys went off to try and find a birthday vest for Henry. (Oddly enough, Dylan walked out with a vest but Henry did not). While browsing through the color-coded racks, I found the mother of all Nirvana shirts....for three bucks. I was pleased. No, more than pleased...estatic. The little voice in my head that normally screams at me to let the impulse by go and think things through had no words. I guess she was just as thrilled as I was.
I don't have a picture of the shirt itself, but I always like a good action shot better anyway.