It just seems to be "that" kind of day. Wackadoos everywhere! Here's an actual conversation between me and my hubby this morning:
Kev walks in the bedroom as I'm just waking up..
Kev: "Good morning, honey. I'm think I'm going to wear that purple shirt you bought me the other day. What color pants should I wear with it?"
Me: "Black." Kev: "Black? Are you sure?" Me: "Yep. I'm sure."
At this point, I get out of bed, go to the dresser drawer where he keeps his ties, and pull out the tie I bought to go with the shirt and put it on top of the dresser. Kev: "Ooo... nice tie!"
45 minutes or so pass... he's now ironed his shirt and pants and is wearing them. I'm in the bathroom drying my hair. He comes back in the bedroom and goes over to the dresser. Kev "Honey? What tie should I wear?" Me (5 seconds of dead air and a straight faced expression) "Hmm... what color shirt are you wearing?" Kev: "Purple." Me: "Okay... what color pants are you wearing?" Kev: "Black. Just like you said I should." Me: "Kev, honey... do you remember me getting a tie out of the drawer for you a while ago after I told you wear the black pants? The one you said 'ooo, nice tie' about?" Kev: "Yep. Sure do. It's right here on the dresser where you put it." Me (gently massaging my forehead) : "What color is that tie, babe?" Kev: "Purple and black." Me(shaking head): "Green one, boo. Wear the green one." Kev: "Green? Are you sure? Wait...You are being a smart aleck, aren't you?"
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This purple shirt is a first for him. Prior to becoming a car salesman, his idea of dressing nicely was wearing jeans and tee shirts that didn't have worn/faded spots or holes. He only dressed up in a shirt and tie for weddings and funerals.
Since this is foreign territory for him, I buy his clothes for him. When I buy something new, I leave it laid out on the bed with the recommended accompanying articles of clothing so he will get a picture of my intent.
I guess perhaps I was being a bit too cryptic this morning when I told him to wear the black pants and I got out the purple and black tie. I guess I will have to rethink my strategy since I figured that for a lay down.
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Mema, It's a good thing you don't live with me! My wife has to pick all my clothes out for me too! But I have a good reason, I'm partially color blind, I have what's called a color deficiency. Pinks, peach, orange = all the same to me. Same with blues and greens too.
The only good thing about it is I never have to pick colors when it comes to curtains, carpet, paint etc.
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Sometimes, when i'm lonely... i crawl into a laundry basket and tickle my ears. But, Some times I don't...
I genuinely don't mind helping him with the clothes. I prefer to help him not dress like a dufus and I know that left to his own devices he would. Just about every day we have the "what tie should I wear with this?" conversation. He seemed so stunned when I told him to wear the black pants, I thought it would be fairly obvious why when I got the tie out of the drawer. He is not in the least color blind, and he in fact watched me get the tie out of the drawer and commented on it being nice.
It is a recurring theme in our relationship... to me what is fairly obvious somehow manages to completely ellude him. Much to my credit I think anyway, I did manage to nottoss him a Bill Engvall "Here's yer sign!"
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My husband is still in the dressing up is his good jeans and a tshirt without any stains stage. In winter, he is also obsessed with hoodies. He didn't used to be, but each year it gets worse. And he insists on wearing the hoodies that have holes, stains, or paint on them. I finally have him wearing one most of the time that's nice, except for the fact that it's black and we own cats.
He also has this pair of jeans that he got while he was in the navy 15 years ago. I hate these jeans. We're talking sailor jeans here, they have bell bottoms. Not totally obvious bell bottoms, but enough to drive me nuts. And of course they're faded. I don't mind if he wears them to the grocery store or anything like that, but if we're going out to dinner or to see a show, he'll wear these crappy pants!
When we first started dating, he would wear a couple button down shirts a lot. He said he loved them and they were comfy. I have no clue why I can't get him to wear the exact same shirts any more. He would look so nice, and so sexy, in one of those shirts and a pair of his good jeans, but at this point, I've given up.
Oh Molly! I totally understand. My sympathy for the old school bell bottom jeans. They are a travesty. My other best friend is a retired Navy. I'm pretty confident he wouldn't be caught dead in those. Doug is very particular about his appearance, even when he is dressed casually. I've never seen him look ragged and that is 12+ years of knowing him.
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Actually, that's not a good thing, he's 6'1" and weighs 140lbs! He wears 29x34 jeans! He only eats one full meal a day, and I have to buy him Boost so he at least consumes something during the day. I worry about him, but can only help him as much as he helps himself.
It is a fact that women have to have SOMETHING to carp about. Doesn't matter what is is, so long as there is something. By giving women some little thing to carp about, it keeps us clear to handle the important stuff.
For most of us men, we just PLAY stupid. It is a fact that women have to have SOMETHING to carp about. Doesn't matter what is is, so long as there is something. By giving women some little thing to carp about, it keeps us clear to handle the important stuff.
Is that it? Hehehee... Okay, suuuuure...
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Well, I feel better now. I also shared this story with a couple of my buddies here at the office. We had a good laugh over it. One guy told me that he is happy to hear that I bother with dressing my husband as to not look foolish. He assures me that before he got married, he was quite capable of dressing himself. Now, apparently this is not the case. His wife buys his clothes for him too. She is firmly of the belief that he has a 34 inch waist. She thoughtfully buys him the 34 inch waist with the expansion capability in case he has a "water weight" day. All well and good except he has a 30 inch waist and utterly no butt to speak of. Good thing he owns a decent belt!
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