Winging It
byButterflies….something about butterflies seemed to ring a bell, albeit initially in the distant steeple of a village a valley or two over from the bit of brain I was currently occupying.
shirt
How Is This Not The Same Thing?
byExhibit A and Exhibit B look essentially the same to me.
Look What I Pulled Out Of My Closet This Morning
byIt seems I have made a little bit of a fashion faux pas.
Clothes Maketh The Man
byI’m never very good in social situations. And I don’t just mean at parties. I mean whenever I leave the house.
My Mourning Glory
by“You need to get dressed,” said Tracey. “I am dressed,” I told her. Tracey looked me over. A look of embarrassment at her faux pas failed to register on her face. “No, you’re not.”
Holy Sabotage, Batman!
byTracey’s poor opinion of my shirt was further hinted at in her next comment.
“Holy crap shirt, Batman.”