Hubby and I were out and about this morning. We went to breakfast, ran a lot of errands, he stood in a lot of lines. He was loading the car with groceries, I was standing behind him, and saw the tag on his shirt. Oh dear, he had it on wrong side out. And he went in many stores that way.
This is to be expected of me, I’ve done this kind of thing for years, but him, not so much. Oh well, he is going to be sixty-five this summer. He’s still far ahead of me though. I swear any sense I ever had has left the building.
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