...But she will spill !@#$ all over it.  <----  That's the end of the story.  Let's start from the beginning, shall we?

LPIMH:  Hmm, what should I wear today?  This white shirt?  Katie, you know you have a tendency to spill.  Eh, I've been great with white clothes lately.  Maybe I'm growing up?
I put on a white shirt.

Fast forward to 2:00 pm

LPIMH:  I'm exhausted.  If I don't have some coffee, I'm not going to make it through my next meeting.
I make some coffee in our office.

3:05: I start walking out to after school duty and notice 3 LARGE and I mean very large coffee stains on my shirt.
LPIMH:  How did those get there?  How did I do that?!  Maybe nobody will notice.

3:20:  My officemate says, "Ummm, can we talk about your shirt?  What did you do Katie?"
LPIMH:  !@#$, she noticed.  Maybe just she will notice...but those spots are pretty big.

3:40: I'm driving to my district meeting.
LPIMH:  This is SO embarrassing.  I don't have a sweater to put on over this.  I don't have another shirt.  What am I going to do.  Hopefully nobody will notice.

3:45: I see some people I used to work with and walk over.  Immediately, one of them says, "Katie...your shirt?"
LPIMH:  Son of a !@#$%
"Yeah, I spilled.  You noticed huh?"
Another old friend says, "Good thing you said something first because I was about to say it."

Meeting goes on.

5:45:  I'm leaving and start chatting with three of the big wigs in the district.  We are having a conversation and I can feel them looking at my little big mishap on my top so I just mention it myself.
"Yeah, I'm awesome.  I did this and then I came to this meeting.  Katie Cartier is ever the professional, as usual."

As I left the meeting I realized I have an extra shirt in my car that would have matched perfectly.  Well done Kathryn.  Well done.

If you want me to hang out with you and embarrass you in the process, I'm there!  Hashtag: Haphazard strikes again.