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.