I had a hot ham and cheese sandwich from a deli in Mukilteo yesterday. I ordered it with mustard. When I got in my car and began enjoying my fabulous sandwich, my shirt and pants also had the pleasure of having some. When I got home, I had at least 7 lovely bright mustard spots down my new black and white striped shirt and on my white pants including enough crumbs to make another sandwich. I was quite the site. I suppose I'm subconsciously preparing myself for the type of laundry I'll be doing when the little one arrives. Or...maybe I'm just messy.