Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Sometimes you just have to be sneaky...
Now, don't be shy...everyone who thinks this shirt is a little (eh hem) loud, please raise your hands.
All righty then...it's unanimous.
Someone (friend? foe?) gave my husband this golf shirt. When he wears it he looks like a walking, talking construction cone. It's not a color he normally wears, but for some reason he likes to wear this shirt when he goes to the range to hit some golf balls.
A walking, talking construction cone with a golf club.
But look what I discovered this morning...
the icky shirt at the bottom of the laundry hamper.
I am thinking that I will keep it buried in there...under a mountain of clothes...and it will be there waiting to be washed...waiting forever and ever and ever...