Yesterday, Matt worked up the courage to tell me that he doesn't like a pair of my pants. In fact, upon further questioning, there are a number of items in my closet that he doesn't care for. Apparently, I am sporting the grandma look upon occasion, and that look doesn't seem to do it for him.
So. Farewell, striped orange pants that make me look like a clown (no offense, I'm assured). I hardly knew ye.
If I get a chance, I'll post a photo of them. The many of you who saw me on Sunday know exactly which ones Matt's talking about.
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Omigosh ... I liked those pants. I was admiring them on Sunday!! Oh well ...
ReplyDeleteI like the new pic!
ReplyDeleteAnd it's cute that Matt doesn't want you to go gently into that good night.
Jay, darn you! I had that tune stuck in my head for hours after watching that little clip.
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