We were in the car this morning when the radio announcer mentioned it was pink day. I threw my hands up in upset. I'd been thinking about wearing pink in support of Pink Shirt Day, an anti-bullying initiative, but when I got dressed this morning, I didn't even think about it.

But then, a few moments after swearing at myself for not remembering, I had a thought: I think I'm wearing pink. Low and behold, when I got to the office and took my jacket off, here I was in glorious pink shirt. Looks like the subconscious was hard at work this morning.

The sad part is that I really didn't remember what I was wearing. Goes to show how much attention I pay in the morning. Oops!

Are you wearing pink?