This evening we enjoyed dinner at our friends' home. Fifteen minutes before we were to leave Kara gave me a time check and added, "You're not wearing that shirt either."
I thought it was fine, and it worked with the pants but alas, I really don't care so I went to change. I removed the shirt and selected a fine alternate. I would look dashing. Just to be sure I picked out two good ones and asked Kara which she would allow if not prefer.
Before I could even ask the question she made the sound of the Family Feud strike. Neither? Really?
She then said, "I don't care what you wear. You decide."
Yeah right. And I don't care who wins the AL West next year.
1 comment:
I love Kara. I tried to nix Stephen's sport coat for our family picture only to lose the battle.
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