I wish I’d thought of this.  If I can’t find brown dress shirts maybe I’ll just start throwing a half cup of coffee grounds in with each load of laundry.

Years ago, while dining with a relative at a mexican restaurant, he noted my red shirt, and complimented me on my decision to wear “salsa-colored” clothes.  Ever since, I try to coordinate my clothes and my food.  Unfortunately, unless I’m going on a powdered-sugar donut binge, my white shirts don’t get out very often.