I’ve put a piece of toilet paper under the holes so you can really appreciate them.
The teensy hole in the blue shirt was something I discovered today as I was looking in the mirror, discerning just how noticeable the giant coffee spot was on the front of my shirt that had spilled there on my drive in. For an 8:30 meeting. With a lot of people.
The coffee spot was very noticeable, in case you were wondering.
I “hid” the teensy starter hole by scrunching up the sleeves.
I was pretty much a hot mess.
But back to the business at hand, or should I say elbow.
Notice how they’re all right there, in the same spot?? I’ve really done some examining of my desk space and don’t see an obvious hole-maker.
My Mister checked my elbow for sharp and pointy parts, but determined that while they were a bit scaly, it didn’t seem to be hole-making worthy.
So that leads us back to the original explanation. Ghosts in the closet. Who think my elbow needs freed from their cotton constraints.
My Hole.
Here lies before you, Reader, the evidence of the Holy Ghost. Witness the Hole Line Up.