the shirt has bitten the dust

Remember that blue shirt I was so excited that I saved from the wine stains last week? Well, it's officially dead now.

I wore it yesterday and within a couple of hours I noticed a hole smack in the middle of the shirt, aligned with my bust. Yes, it appears that the miraculous T-shirt couldn't handle the girth of my bosom.

Unbelievable. When I told Anna this, she had a great phrase for it, but of course I've forgotten.

I don't know what to do with the shirt now. I can't bring myself to throw it in the garbage without any fanfare. I suggested cleaning the damn cobwebs the maid can't manage to see. Anna suggested something else, but well, for the sake of decency, that's not being printed.