Stef surprised us with a visit on Saturday. It prompted me to forewarn future visitors.
I'm just saying, if you come over on a Saturday, you're likely to find us looking like this:
Jed said it was the worst outfit I ever put on. Even worse than the stoner get-up I inadvertantly wore once in our early dating years. I say, what's wrong with African pajama pants coupled with XL Wheatridge Farmers sweatshirts? I told him he'd better get a load of himself:
Painted Boston Red Sox hat with Bootload of Boogie shirt and brown cords? And are those crocs (fake from Rite Aid) with primer all over them? (And look he's pointing just like me--he totally wants to be me!)
So now you know. Come and visit this Saturday. Your bright, small-town, roomy sweatshirts are welcome at our home.