by Rockstar Mommy
My husband and I have vastly different fashion styles, always have. It pretty much boils down to this: I care about the way I look, he doesn't. His version is something more along the lines of this: She's an obsessed lunatic who spends way too much on handbags while I'm happy in my jeans and T Shirt because I'm a rational human being. His version, as you can see, is utterly ridiculous.
I've always found his fashion negligence a little endearing, actually. Except for when we have to be seen out in public together; then I cringe a little. He views mine as, well, obnoxious lunacy. as stated. But his opinion doesn't really matter since he'll happily wear a T-Shirt he got for free from the local Seafood restaurant (Something about 'getting crabs never tasted so good' or something. I don't know for sure, though, since I've permanently blocked it from my memory.). But so far, we've made it work. So, imagine my dismay when he walked in the door with a cowboy hat in hand. Yes, a cowboy hat. And not only did he walk in the house with it, but he stood in front of the mirror and placed it on his head.
Me: You're actually going to wear the cowboy hat?
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