I was on the treadmill, watching HBO’s Insecure, when a T‑shirt flashed across the screen and I lost it. That simple phrase—MTWTFSS—captured my mood for the run, the day and honestly the whole week. How had nobody handed me this statement at birth?
No matter. It exists now. I ordered two yesterday: a navy tank for myself and a black T‑shirt for Addie, who’s twelve and has every reason to love a shirt like this.
If you want one, the internet makes it easy. I picked a tank from a site I like because of the fit, but there are many retailers and styles available if you search for MTWTFSS shirts or tanks.
Enjoy it. I’ll check in again soon.
Carolyn xx
P.S. Happy birthday to this guy.