Friday, July 18, 2014

Mom's clothes


Mom and dad came home from visiting my younger brother in Portland. Dad walks in wearing mom’s jeans and her purple V-neck cap sleeve t-shirt. What?

Dad picked out his own clothes and he doesn’t wanna change.

Dad proceeds to go about his business, doing whatever it was. Walking around, sorting his things, talking to me. I can’t take you seriously, dad.

Well why not?

You’re wearing moms’ clothes.

Well she wasn’t wearing em.

I would have if you hadn’t grabbed them first.

Oh, don’t listen to her. I’m wearing this. I like purple. I look spiffy.

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