My husband bought a shirt the other day. The shirt does not have buttons. It has...snaps.
You will never know how hard it was for me to write that.
Snaps. I can only imagine what wardrobe horrors await me in the near future. I'm sure it will probably include jumpsuits.
There is no way I can let him out of the house wearing that shirt. And he's so damn proud of it, too. To prevent everlasting shame from descending upon the family name, I need to act.
I foresee a horrible accident in which the Maytag singles out and shreds the snap shirt.
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Do they look like snaps or did someone try to be clever and try to make them look like buttons??
I will abstain from commenting on the button shirt. Not that I have any with buttons, but my wardrobe consists of mostly hawaiian shirts. Yes, I've become that weird 40(something) year old guy that wears hawaiian shirts and dress slacks to work.
You'll be happy to hear Cathy, high of 58 and rain all day long. Commuters hell.
Hi Cathy,
Don't believe Chris for a minute. yes there was rain, but the sun came out around 11am. I am in AZ for Diamond Jam, and they all seem to think it is winter? wimps!
as to the snap shirt...you must have a back, back closet to hang clothes in, or an out of season box to stuff it in. Don't you still have full wardrobe approval?
inklenaomi, I am the first to admit that my Minnesota blood isn't quite what it used to be. Even after just over two years here, the scandahoovian aspect of my enjoyment of winter has almost completely vanished. That being said, I'm still a long ways off from the true wimpy Arizonans. I have yet to run our furnace at the house, and the 58 degrees doesn't necessarily bother me except when I'm out waiting for a bus for 20 minutes and it's raining on me. I'm only wearing what would be a light spring jacket in MN terms and no I'm a guy, I don't carry umbrellas.
As far as the rain being commuters hell, sadly, the morons on the road down here freak out whenever it rains (which is very rarely does) they lose all common sense and start bashing into each other on the freeways. I'm not kidding when I say that the highway I take into work (15 miles on this road) has had 3, count em, 3 rollovers the last two times it's rained. I'm not talking a MN mid-summer thunderstorm either, just a simple steady rain, good visibility and all but people here, like I said, are morons. Enjoy your stay in "sunny" Arizona. :)
Oh, and a word of advice, do not try to cross a wash when there is water in it. I see news story's just about every time we get a few inches of rain, the washes fill up and they run fast over the roads. Yet, you'll see some clown trying to cross in their Beemers, or jacked up 4x4's and sure enough, they end up on the roof of the vehicle screaming for help. They also get saddled with the rescue bill from the state when they have to get the chopper out to haul them out. Dummies.
I don't think women are aware of the unwritten, but legally binding, rule that says: once you're married, you have absolutely no say in what your husband chooses to wear, nor can you lay hands on anything that he considers to be his favorite, even if said piece of clothing is nearly to the point of becoming a car wash rag.
I think you could get up to 10 years for messing, (i.e. hiding)with a man's wardrobe.
One of my favorite shirts of all time was a Levi's brand long sleeved (western cut) brown and white plaid shirt. And yes it had snaps. Oh how I Pine for that shirt! As I remember Inkle Mama took a disliking to it about the time we met 11 or 12 years ago! It was only a 20 year old shirt at that time, poor shirt.
OK Cathy,
I'm back in MN (and adjusting to the 100 degree difference in temperature!) Snap shirts only make sense in an warm climate where it doesn't matter if your shirt 'accidentally' gets ripped open top to bottom.
Cathy, you'll be glad to know, and I am sad to report that for the first time since we moved to Arizona, yes, the unthinkable has happened.... (sigh) this morning at 3:30 am, I woke up out of a sound sleep, walked into the hallway and I just had to do it, I flipped the switch on the furnace. (bigger sigh) It was a numbing 59 degrees according to the thermostat and I felt a cold breeze coming from the step-son's room. I blame global warming, er, I blame him, he left his window open a crack and it actually dipped below freezing last night. As I walked into his room to shut the window I took a second to whack him on the forehead with a rolled up newspaper (maybe that was just wishful thinking) The furnace rumbled to life as expected and soon I was enjoying a blissful 65 degrees. Hopefully this is a shortlived situation, I can just see my gas bill skyrocketing past $38 dollars as the next week is expected to be highs in the high 50s and the lows continuously hovering around the freezing mark. "SHUDDER" In other news, my wife is heading to Minnesocold next Tuesday to help my mother drive down here for her winter break. Just in time too. I have been teasing Toots that she won't warm back up after this trip until about May. Everyday I watch the weather reports and needle her about the -30 degree temps and even colder windchills. Yep, dad's cruel sense of humor has struck again with my wife, with her coming to MN for the 2nd year in a row during brutal weather. He's looking down at us and chuckling, I'm pretty sure.
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