By Lorry Myers
When my husband was getting ready, he asked me if the clothes he’d picked out were OK. Experience has taught Randy to ask me that question when we are going somewhere socially. That afternoon, we were headed to a barbeque and were half way there before I actually paid attention to how he was dressed. That’s
when I realized.
We had on matching outfits.
Both of us were wearing blue jeans and our shirts, both of them, were hot pink. Randy’s was a soft polo that he doesn’t really like but wears because I tell him he looks good in it. My shirt was actually a blouse so our outfits were not identical, but with both of us in jeans and hot pink, we matched enough that I knew what would happen if my husband noticed.
Dressing like his wife is not his thing.
So, there we were, husband and wife, all matching and cute in our blue jeans and pink shirts like we had planned it that way.
Maybe, no one would notice.
I let Randy enter the party first and our hostess greeted him, asked how he was and when he walked away, she turned to me and said, “What’s up with the matching outfits?”
“Be quiet.” I hissed as I pulled my friend aside. I told her we had an accidental dressing and I didn’t want Randy finding out because he would give me the stink eye all night long. My plan, I told her, was to avoid him.
But here he comes.
Randy was easy to track in that hot pink shirt so I darted off in the opposite direction trying to stay outside his line of vision. He would sit beside me and I would move on. I would go inside and pretty soon, Randy would come in too. My hot pink shirt seemed to attract him like a beacon, one he couldn’t see. Every time I looked at him it reminded me of me and I knew if we stood side by side, we would look like we were made for each other.
That would never do!
For the complete column, see this week’s edition of the Centralia Fireside Guard.