Tonight at 7 p.m. George asked me why my sweater was on backward. At first I thought, "oh, kids and their adorable questions." And then I realized "Yikes! he's right." And it's not as if it's the sort of shirt that could go either way. There's pockets in the back! I mean, in the front.
This has been going on since 7 a.m. and no one told me. We're they afraid to say something? Did they not want to embarass me? For future reference, friends, (meaning you - Leora - who saw me three times today), I want to know when my shirt (or hat, or pants) are on backward. At least then I'll know why I'm getting the funny look from the checker at QFC.
2 comments:
For the record, you were wearing a COAT the first two times I saw you, and you had Milo strapped to your front for most of that time. And sadly, I really didn't notice at swimming :-)
BTW
You have spinach wrapped around your tooth.
HN
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