Good night, sweet bedshirt

Back in 2000, on a trip to New York City, Wife and I bought several T-shirts from a shop trading under the name of (and we didn't realize this until our next trip two years later, when it had several signs stressing that this had always been the shop name) Ground Zero. I don't remember where it was. Down south somewhere I think. And they had lots of discounted shirts by Paul Frank and other cool stuff.

One of the shirts I bought was a far-too-big Bettie Page one. Upon realizing (on my return back home) that there was no way I could wear something quite so enormous, it became one of my bedshirts for those cooler spring and summer evenings.

But its "ventilation holes" have now become simply ridiculous, and minutes after this photograph was taken (a few days ago), the shirt headed into the bin.

Thanks, Bettie. It was fun while it lasted, but your holes have stretched too much.