Recently my wife wanted to run out for something to eat. Her target was a local hamburger stand that was about 10 miles away. Keep in mind that the closest gas station is seven miles. I decided to put on a collared shirt over my t-shirt, after all I was going out of the house with my wife. She called me a clothes horse.
If I were really a clothes horse I would have made sure that my underwear goes with my socks and I certainly would not have wanted to be seen in public with her dressed the way she was.
Some days you just can’t win.
homo unius libri
It's the other way around with us. I figure why put on clean jeans when I'm going to get them dirty as soon as I go outside and tinker in the yard. I wasn't always this way; maybe it has something to do with having only ONE decent pair of jeans and trying not to wear them out.
ReplyDeleteI can't use that excuse. Recently my wife went shopping and took me along. She made me try on some jeans and over my objections that I have enough, bought two pair. A few days later she complained about me buying too much clothes. You can't win
DeleteGrace and peace.
Oh brother, I feel your pain! Hang in there! As always, I enjoy your blog....
ReplyDeleteThank you and welcome.
DeleteEveryone knows that you must wear a tuxedo to a hamburger joint in Texas. It's the law.
ReplyDeleteBut that was the law before Texas became a state.
DeleteGrace and peace.