My Dumbest Moment

Tonight, I decided to take wardrobe "options" with me to my girlfriend's house. I had two shirts, plus each shirt's accessory. I grabbed the Wrinkle Releaser as I was leaving the house, and threw it in my bag. After I decided what shirt to wear, I hung it up, took the Wrinkle Releaser from the bag and promptly sprayed my shirt. After a few minutes, I took the shirt down, and put it on, only to notice that there were red spots all over the shirt--well, more like a rust color. I thought it was just one spot, then I noticed there were other spots on the shirt. Instantly, I thought the chemicals in the Wrinkle Releaser reacted with the shirt blend. Then, I turned and saw the bottle on the counter, and realized I had grabbed BLEACH. I bleached my new fucking shirt! I felt like such an asshole! I am an asshole!

What was I saying earlier about idiots--we're taking over the world. Sheesh.