Coach likes to be comfortable. There’s a running joke in the Football House about Coach and his beloved boxer shorts. He collects the morning newspaper, moves the sprinkler, & has even mowed the lawn in his darn boxer shorts. Once upon a time, they just looked like comfy shorts. Two years later, they are an insult to cotton. The hem came out of the legs, there’s a bleach spot, & the elastic is stretched out.
Last night, Coach came down the stairs sporting a new, longer pair of pajama shorts. Pinstripe with a drawstring — I was totally impressed. And then, ceremoniously, he placed the old shorts in the trash can. (This morning, I was sure to pour the coffee grounds on top of them in case he changed his mind.) I was so excited about the new shorts — they made him look thinner, younger, hipper.
But then it happened…
Sometime between getting Babycakes ready for bed & watching a movie, Coach had taken scissors to the new, longer, hipper shorts. UGH! Now he’s rocking the buccaneerish pajama look.
“You look like you’re wearing a pirate costume!”
Ladies, you know what’s going to happen in the wash. Those shorts are going to unravel and end up stringing all my t-shirts together. Old habits die hard, right? He’s been cutting up his clothes since second grade & he’s not going to change now. Wish my t-shirts “good luck.”
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I don’t even know what to say to this. My husband has never had the nerve to cut up perfectly good clothes.
The worst thing we’ve had over here are the ugly plain shirts with a sports logo. (nike, reebok, etc.) I’ve managed to filter them out and replace them with younger “hipper” clothes. Actually I think at this point he’s much better dressed than me.