Specifically, getting dressed in the dark.
I was in a hurry to get dressed this morning. Since my darling love was able to sleep in, I was attempting to get dressed in the dark, using a little LED flashlight to find my clothes in the closet. Pants - check. Shirt - check. I'll wear this blue one, it looks like she ironed it for me, too! (she often irons my clothes. I've not asked her to, but it's nice & I appreciate it when she does).
One big problem. Or little problem. When I pulled the shirt on, I noticed the shoulders felt a bit tight. The sleeves came up almost to my elbows, and the chest was *awfully* loose.
Yep, I tried to wear one of her shirts to work today. Luckily, even my ineptitude noticed before I got out the door, and I was able to change into one of my own.
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R. and I are in agreement; you're a complete nimrod. "Maybe that's why he was in such a bad mood," she just said.
AFTER we were finished howling with laughter at you.
Of course.
(cough)dork(cough)
like the blog. jred
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