The comfortable, outfit choices are going down-hill fast around here.
This is my latest morning walk get-up. I really didn't think I looked that bad until Dave refused to be seen in public with me wearing this outfit later that day.
What do you think? Would you walk down the street with me?
I'm not sure why he so vehemently objects to me wearing this paint stained, cut off T. After all, this is one of his Ts that I've been trying to convince him to throw away for years. Maybe this will do the trick.