Today's quote comes from my favorite T-shirt.  Let me give you a little back story on the T-shirt before I enlighten you with the brilliance of the screen print on the backside.

I bought this T-shirt in the guy's section of JC Penny's my Junior year of high school (1991)....let me help you, so that you don't have to do the math...that makes it 17 years old (ug.)  This is quite literally my favorite shirt...I still sleep in it on occasion, but have done so less in the last few years as I'm afraid it won't survive. 

The shirt is worn.  The sleeves, the neck line as well as the bottom hem are tattered and torn.  The screen print is faded and peeling.  The arm pits are completely blown out (which should maybe have me considering hygiene...)  It's faded to a smoky gray instead of black.  But I love it. 

I told my husband a few years ago that I wanted to be buried in it.  That with my Notre Dame sweatshirt that lives in the same state of disrepair, over top of it....I'm from upstate NY, so even the dead should plan to dress in layers...Of course later I decided that maybe I would rather be cremated and have my ashes spread from the Lorig AFB Water Tower in which I was born...of course then my husband lovingly informed me that he wasn't driving all the way up there.....so now I'm back to being buried in my favorite T-shirt. 

All of this talk about dying, will now bring me to the quote.  Again, I bought this in high school, and I remember that at the time I found it ironical, because at the time, I totally did NOT believe in this shirt.  back then death was cool....but I think most teenagers think that.  Now that I am older...wiser...slower and a bit more achy.  I have a new found take on this statement.  I like it.  I live by it.  It's a really great rule of thumb.

OK...here it is.



            Living is the only thing worth dying for.





No fear baby!