The spousal unit was on his way out the door this morning when he remembered what day it was...and rushed back in to change into an orange shirt.
Little Grey Bungalow
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Where Is The Inquisition When We Need It?
The spousal unit was on his way out the door this morning when he remembered what day it was...and rushed back in to change into an orange shirt.
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Wonder why he changed his shirt!!!!!
Men can be really wierd at times!!!!
My boss also insisted on wearing orange -- which is okay by me, only he really needed to find an orange shirt that actually fit. It was, shall we say, a navel orange...
Thank you for that disgusting mental image...are you saying that he was in need of a navel blockade?
For shame you let him even keep an ornage shirt! Tis Irish Green all day! Orange is only for Reserve Cat - howis he doing?
Unfortunately, Sam, I didn't see it until he got home that night.
(He's truculently Scotch-Irish and Protestant...this is why on the rare occasions we take an overseas vacation at least 75% of the time has to be spent north of the Tweed).
Oh and Reserve Cat seems to be recovered but he goes back to the vet on Monday. Just to check.
My mom always made a point of dressing me in orange , too. :)
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