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Got clue, ThoseShirts???
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Time to check your friendly neighborhood King & Tyrant for signs of extreme senility.
So I’m on the road headed to church (where, it may interest you to know, I’m writing this – God bless wireless networking (grin)), when I glance down for a nanosecond as I’m approaching the parking lot…
…and immediately blush near to the point where my face is redder than the sweater I’m wearing.
Backtrack a bit:  It’s cool today in Dallas (mid 40s), and I like to look decent at church, so I’m going to dress up.  Sorta.  Grab a pair of tan/cream-colored jeans, plus the aforementioned red sweater and my dress black wing-tips.
“Stylin’ & profilin'”, as Ric Flair might say.
Awright, so I’m near the parking lot now, when I look down at my socks…
…my 100% cotton, pure-as-the-wind-driven-snow white  socks…
IOW, I have followed my usual routine of wearing athletic socks in advance of the sneakers I usually wear.
And my face is now as red as my sweater at the fashion faux pas  I have blatantly committed.
Oh, (very  heavily censored)…!!!
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I. Will. Not. Laugh…. Much.
It’s a guy thing, right? It’s not a lack of training. I know this because it doesn’t matter how many times I tell the boys that X does not go with Y, they still come down the stairs wearing them together. And it’s only taken me, oh, 13 years, to convince Hubby that he really can’t wear the grey t-shirt with the tan shorts.
You know, you really should be proud of yourself. You noticed (a little late, but…) Many guys would never have given it a second thought.
Could have been worse. They could have had little red hearts on them. You know, the pair that match your thong.
Awright, dammit, who told her…??? 🙂