Take on the white button down.

Every morning I make what is basically a life of death decision. It's one of those decisions that haunts me the rest of the day and I honestly can't ever seem to win. Nothing feels better than a crisp white shirt on a summer day when NYC is 100 degrees, yeah I'm not at the pool in Cano but if I'm going to have to schlep into Port Authority at 7:30am, I may as well look good. Well the decision to put on a white shirt is made with one thought….Am I planning on having Italian food.

Well today I avoided Italian food but as I walked to my desk I stumbled and now I have half a Pike Place Roast all over my shirt.