The Mr. and I -- along with several other people -- were invited to a going away party for some friends. The invitation said it would have a western theme, asking everyone to dress in western clothes and bring a snack to share.
I whipped up a large batch of quiches to take (with compliments to Costco's frozen foods department), put on a plaid shirt, and grabbed a cowboy hat from my costume room. The Mr. did a little better as he is now the proud owner of his very own cowboy boots and snap-button shirt. When we arrived, we only saw a couple of vehicles and figured we might be one of the first to arrive.
As we got out of the car, the man of the house came around the corner from the back yard carrying a broom. He was in his shorts and bare-chested. (He apparently didn't get the memo to dress western.) I asked him if we were a little early. He replied, "Yeah, by about a day."
I felt like the biggest idiot. All dressed up and no place to go. So, nothing to do but come home and hang up my plaid shirt so it will be wrinkle-free for tomorrow.
I think I'll purposely show up a little late tomorrow night.
Dixie
2 comments:
from what I can tell - you never did post a picture of Dad's cowboy boots. I'm starting to doubt their existance.
That is absolutely hilarious!! Hahahaha
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