R Man and I have the luxury of having separate rooms to dress in each morning, which is great, but today it lead to my coming out and discovering that we were both wearing pink, oxford cloth, button down shirts and medium brown khaki pants. I informed him we could not go out of the house looking like we belonged to an odd religious cult that had elevated the Land’s End catalogue to an icon, but he refused to see the logic of my point. He’s like that sometimes. Most times, in fact. I had to go change my shirt.
Things like this just happen a lot when you’ve been together as long as we have. We met 26 years ago in the back room of a really sleazy, but beloved bar in New Orleans and now we finish each other’s sentences. It happens. I adore him, he’s my best friend, but I still think he should change his shirt when I tell him to.
I gotta go
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ReplyDeletethe Big Dirty?
God bless y'all!
o sweety, I found plenty of love way down yonder, believe me.
ReplyDeleteIs this cult in addition to the Cult of the Grey Tee-Shirts that I'm already worried about?
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ReplyDeleteDid you mean the Church of the Most Sacred Fog Tinted Vestments? In that case, yeah, this is sort of a branch thingy. We all terribly concerned about the possibility of a schism.