When Eric and I first married, he authorized me to weed his closet of all unacceptable clothing and footwear. I ended up with more “no’s” than “yes’s”, but I got him straightened out. Occasionally he still makes unauthorized clothing purchases. Crude message t-shirts draw him in like a teenage boy to the annual Sports Illustrated Swimsuit edition.
The back of Eric’s favorite running shirt:
The back of his favorite t-shirt:
Life got him back on the t-shirt last week. Take a close look at these pics. They’re a little blurry because I got the giggles.
That’s what you call irony, folks.
And, yep, he left the swimming pool like that and I didn’t say a word until we got home and I grabbed my iPhone for the photo opp.
Have a good one.