Oh, shirt

I was in hurry this morning, so I grabbed what I thought to be a black shirt to go with my brown pants. When I got to work and removed my jacket I noticed that my shirt isn't black, but blue. Okay, a little fashion faux pas.

Wait, it gets better.

I'm working away in the afternoon, and for some reason I reach up to my collar. This triggers the "something isn't right" part of my brain, and after a second it hits me: the collar opening and buttons feel, well, wrong.

A few seconds later, the rest of my brain figures it out - I am wearing one of my wife's shirts.