Yesterday was a stressful Monday {aren't they all?}

 When Matt and I got to the library after a long day {and tons of studying ahead of us} I realized that a pen had been poking out of my backpack and scribbled all over my favorite cream-colored shirt {it wasn't just a few marks... but ALL OVER my lower back}. I actually started crying {I shed about 2 tears when I realized I was in a public place and this wasn't the sort of thing to start crying about}. Matt gave me a hug and led me back home where he took my beautiful and ruined shirt...

And washed away every trace of that pen... 

Imagine that whole area black with pen... now all gone.

And he did it all using hairspray and rubbing alcohol... I never knew. 

{He knows the most interesting things}