So we got The Brown Shirt washed and it now smells really nice. It's also not quite as soft as it was before, which really grosses me out when I think about how sweaty it must have been. But, since it's clean and fresh, I decided to take a closer look to see just what it said.
It says, "God Save The Queen" in an old-timey calligraphy and has a British flag with some fuzzy brown swirlies around the outside of it.
Top-notch, I say.
Joey put it on and said, "I really hope I don't run into whoever used to own this shirt. That could be kind of awkward."
"Yeah," I said, "You can just tell him you got it from your wife." Because everyone knows it's possible for two people to have the same t-shirt.
Joey shrugged his shoulders around, adjusting the shirt. "I think it's too big."
"Honey, it's a medium. There's no way a medium is too big for you." (He's quite strong.)
"OK, but I just feel like it's supposed to fit tighter." He shrugged and wiggled some more.
"You look very nice," I assured him.
And so he wore The Brown Shirt to work today and probably had an even better Friday because of it. I bet all his co-workers are jealous. Sorry there's no pictures but our camera is still stolen.
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