Sunday night after the kids had retired, I changed my clothes. It was chilly so I grabbed a pair of light brown plaid flannels that I hardly ever wear. When I put them on I was reminded why I rarely wear them: they are about an inch too short. Oh well, it’s not worth changing. Besides, if there is a flood I’ll be prepared. As typical, I selected the bottom half of my ensemble before considering the top. It was still cold so I wanted long sleeves, but of course no buttons or collars. I spied a cornflower blue sweatshirt that would work fine. It didn’t really “go” with the flannels but hey, I’m just lounging around, not walking a runway. The capper was that I was still wearing black socks from church. I was a sight.
I could tell Kara was impressed when she saw me; speechless actually.
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