Fashion Police. Not.

So Saturday evening I was getting ready to leave the house since Mick and I were meeting Scott & Carla at Papacita's for supper. I'm standing in the bathroom curling my hair. I happen to have on a gigantic sundress (turquoise with hibiscus ---hibisci? hibiscuses?---on it and little tiny spaghetti straps) since I was wearing it like a housecoat. Kind of a giant moomoo with teensy straps. Obviously I was putting on makeup and fixing my hair in this big comfy dress before putting on the actual clothes I'm wearing out in public. Mickey comes in and says, "Are you wearing THAT?"

I'm thinking to myself, "Has he ever seen me in ANYTHING besides black pants or black capris in the last four years or so?" Hmmm. I'm also thinking that surely he knows I have more fashion sense than to wear what looks like a ginormous turquoise tent out in public. I wouldn't even walk to the mailbox in that since people could actually SEE me from their cars as they are driving down the road. My eyes are saying something like "I can't possibly believe you just asked me that question" and "are you kidding me?" and "after 31 years of marriage, don't you know me better than that?" as I exaggeratedly roll them in his direction.

The Fashion Police he ain't.

And just for the record, I wore black capris with a white tank top and black and white checked camp shirt along with black Clark sandals and sterling silver jewelry. My purse was pink. I looked just like I look every other time I ever go out in public. Like a middle-aged schoolteacher! :)