For some reason, Stoker let me leave this morning wearing brown corduroy pants, black shoes, AND cream colored socks. The socks wouldn't be so bad if I had my brown shoes on, the shoes I meant to wear, but as I was picking them, he distracted me with a work-story and I didn't realize what I was doing. Obviously he didn't either. As it is, I look like I'm trying to make some statement about the '80s. It's terrible. I feel horribly awkward.
Did I mention the pants aren't quite floods, but they hike up a little when I sit down? It wouldn't be so bad if my socks weren't in such contrast with the pants and shoes.
Luckily, I can hide in my cubicle for most of the day.
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This is what I need you to do, just email me jpegs of every article of clothing you own. I will set up outfits for you every day. If this works well, we will market it and make it big. I feel good about this. I'm here for you, always.
Thanks baby honey cakes. That sounds like an excellent idea. I've been needing an outfit coordinator. I've gotten a little bit better because of Jcrew, but I still suffer from a bit of style-retardation. Is that politically incorrect to say? Oops, sorry.
I once found myself walking into work with one brown shoe and one black shoe. Being the manly man that I am, I took responsiblilty for my own actions and blame no one but myself. I turned around and raced home, changed my shoe (the brown one), and returned, thankful that I was the first to notice.
Love, DAD
Yeah, but your life would be so much better if your wife looked out for you. And she should, since you're colorblind.
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