Saying Good-bye to a Sentimental Rag

I threw this t-shirt away this weekend. I put it on to help my husband work in the yard. I mean, isn't that what you are supposed to do: find your oldest, grungiest t-shirt to work in the yard so you can get all kinds of dirt and grime on it without guilt? My hubby took one look at me and said, "you need to throw that shirt away." I realize I should have gotten rid of it a LONNNG time ago, but as I've posted before, I am one of those crazy people who can't throw away anything that has any kind of sentimentality attached to it. I graduated from John Brown University in 1993. This t-shirt was purchased for me at my Senior Banquet by my date. I have literally worn it to pieces. I am forced to throw it away, because it has holes in it. What a sad day!