A few days ago I put on a top I bought. Gary said:
“You aren’t really wearing that out.”
“Why wouldn’t I wear this?”
“It’s … not good.”
“What’s wrong with it?”
“It’s too young for you.”
“No it’s not. Maybe it’s too young for you.”
“Believe me. You look ridiculous.”
“You are an idiot.”
“It just makes you look awful.”
“Id-i-ooottttt.”
“That top was meant for some young girl with a flat belly.”
“Complete idiot.”
Of course after the one-two punch (Old! Fat!), I took it off and demanded he shop with me to keep me from further embarrassing his codgery ass.
The shirt reads “You are cordially invited to the party in my pants.”
I am becoming my Great-Aunt Rosemary.
5 responses to “I Become My Aunt Rosemary”
I should be so lucky as to turn into your Aunt Rosemary! She’s three times my age, and many more than three times cooler!
I said it once and I’ll say it again: Aunt Rosemary sounds like a hoot. Would it be that we could all turn into her!
Well, I have to admit I was pretty impressed today when I found she bought a kiln to continue with her china painting hobby. I can picture her get a ten-year warranty. I can picture her getting a twenty-year warranty.
Uh, Ellen? That shirt’s too young for you…
La la la lalalala..not listening to Libby.