Can you have too many T-shirts?

I know my mother is right now trying to figure out how to post a comment to this blog as she wants to say, “YES you can have TOO many T-shirts.” Mom is always teasing me about my T-shirts.
I admit it, I’m a T-shirt accumulator. Wherever I go I get a T-shirt, although not just any T-shirt. I look and look and try and find just the right one to fit my pesonality and the feelings I have about the places I am visiting. I also have an addiction to cafépress.com, where you can get T-shirts (and anything else it seems) with numerous sayings. I love T-shirts with interesting sayings. I have one that shows a rabbit sitting at a school desk looking at a paper with a big F on it. The shirt says “Stop Animal Testing.” I have more dog, cat and horse T-shirts than I can count, including “I’d rather be riding,” and one with Gandhi’s portrait that says, “You can judge a society by the way it treats its animals.” When I took Batman to his first dog show, I was wearing a bright neon green T-shirt with Dog Power on it.
Last weekend I moved all my T-shirts from their winter storage to their summer home in the drawers of my dresser. It occurred to me as I made trip after trip that I might now have enough T-shirts to wear a different one every day for the entire summer. I even have some that have shrunk beyond all wearing (or maybe I just kept growing), but I can’t give them up. Like the one from my freshman year in college when I joined a sorority. I have one that says “Scoop Swaim” that I got as a gift from the staff of a newspaper I worked at one summer while I was in college. There are T-shirts from the Alamo, Baltimore, St. Augustine, San Francisco, Charleston, S.C., and numerous other locations and tourist spots. I have a T-shirt that is 15 years old from Les Miserables, as well as one that is 20 years old from Evita. I just bought my third T-shirts from Cats, as the other two were getting faded. I have every single T-shirt that from Parke County, Ind., the greatest place on Earth. (and I have most of the sweatshirts).
I love my T-shirts. I wish I could wear them to work. Perhaps there are other T-shirt addicts out there who are afraid to discuss their addiction. I say, embrace it and go buy another shirt. I’ll bet I can find one on cafepress.com about blogging. Hum, better go look.