Mice Mice Baby

Mice Mice Baby

Tonight I was cleaning out my T-shirt drawer and decided to get rid of some really rad shirts. I'm not a big person, so most of the shirts are pretty small. Jake Aldridge and I have this weird clothes-exchange thing, so I immediately thought that I'd give the shirts to Jake. He seems to like really small pink shirts (no, seriously), so I knew he would accept them with enthusiasm.

And he did.

It took about 5 minutes before he was wearing one of the amazingly small shirts that I gave him. Which shirt, you ask? The one that I got as a gift 5 years ago that reads "Mice Mice Baby." Let me just say...the shirt is SMALL. EXTRA SMALL. Jake is a pretty buff guy. His arms were hardly able to squeeze through the child-size arm holes, but he managed to pull the sleeves over his massive muscles. Oh, and his midriff was definitly in full view.

We were over at Valerie's apartment and the conversation went from missions to Texas Hold 'Em. We didn't have chips, so we were just playing for fun. After winning with a "full house," I was pretty confident in my Texas Hold 'Em skills. Jake and I were the only 2 left playing, so we decided to make a bet. Come on, folks. How intimidating can a guy in a "Mice Mice Baby" shirt be? I knew I would win, so I bet that the loser had to wear the "Mice Mice Baby shirt" to the big KYTV/Cultivate Beauty festival at church on Sunday. Jake thought that since the shirt was so small, there would have to be an added penalty for me. He thought pig-tails were the perfect solution.

So, we played. Kristi burned 'em and turned 'em. Jake won. I lost. My confidence was shattered.

Look for me at the snow cone machine Sunday. I'll be the one with pigtails and the "Mice Mice Baby" shirt.