Monday, 27 June 2011

The Talk

So, it was only a matter of time.  This weekend, we had The Talk.  The Talk where it was explained to me in clear and vivid detail that I was incapable of dressing myself.  No real shocker.  As with so many things, I'm a big believer in fulfilling the bare minimum requirements of function rather than worrying about things like "style"or "coordination" or "good taste".  So, that means I make sure all the naughty bits are covered before I leave the house and don't really stress on whether the socks match.

But I guess that's the end of that.  My only hope is that Jen's hatred of shopping will spare me from any clothing safaris.  For now I just have to make sure there's no argo grease on anything I wear when we're out together.

1 comment:

  1. I understand there was some grease Sunday at the Mill. Argo grease. I did not notice it.