Wednesday, May 26, 2010

When do you know you need new clothes?

When your husband makes a deal with you that he gets to throw out one pair of shoes, pants, and a shirt of his choice and will buy a replacement item on his dime.  With his final approval, of course.

First to go?  My super duper Birkenstock deluxes.  Mike calls them my Jesus shoes.  And yes, they're ugly.  But they are also the only semi summer shoes that I own that my old ass can fit my orthotics in.  Bye bye Birks.

Second to go?  A super baggy pair of light weight, have no shape, capris.  Yeah, they were horrible.  But damn were they ever comfortable.  I'll mourn those.

And lastly?  Mike pulled the old one two and threw out a cute blouse.  At least I thought it was cute.  His first choice was a tie dye shirt that is old and tattered, but I really only wear that on walks.  He did make me promise to only wear it on walks, and no where else.  So out came the cute blouse.  Whatever, I think I've only worn that one three or four times.

Shopping, I go.  And this is gonna cost him.  Cause he took entirely too much pleasure in trashing my beloved go tos.


  1. Chucking the Birks? Blasphemy.

  2. Actually, it's more than blasphemy. It's just plain fucked up.

  3. I was thinking of you when he did it. I shit you not.