Thursday, August 09, 2012

The Shirt

Dale and I were on our way down town for a work event (his) when I looked over at him and noticed the shirt he was wearing. It was a white, short sleeved, single pocket number with thin blue and yellow intersecting lines. Here, see for yourself:

Those blue and yellow lines did not agree with me. I think it was the shade of yellow, but I can not be certain.

"Did I buy you that shirt?" I asked this question because I do most of Dale's shopping. I enjoy doing so and he enjoys having a personal shopper (his words, not mine). Anyway, I could not remember buying that shirt. If I had, I must have seen it on the clearance rack for $1.50 during a post lunch shopping trip. That lunch had to have included two glasses of wine. This would be the only way I would buy that shirt. 

"No, I bought it" Dale replied.

"Oh." I said, with a lift of my eyebrow. 

"Sorry you don't like it" said Dale with a touch of sarcasm.

I patted Dale's leg, smiled and said "I'm just relieved I did not buy it."

Later that evening, I found the shirt in the laundry and hid it in another room. The next day, I thought about ways I could destroy it. Here you go:
Even Harry Nilsson looks at the shirt with an expression that says "you would be better dressed in my bathrobe."


Then, my camera's battery died. 

So far, the shirt lives. I guess I could just donate it to goodwill or something. 

No fun in that. 


Blogger Miss Bee said...

Ha! You crack me up. Please at least test the smoke detector before you go any further....

Or, surely there is an idea on Pinterest that tells you how to repurpose a short-sleeved men's shirt into a grocery bag or something like that.

7:03 PM  
Blogger Kimberly June said...

Ha ha ha! Those are some strong actions toward such an innocent shirt. By the way...YOU CUT YOUR HAIR! I LOVE IT! I've been out of the loop.

9:13 PM  

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