Last night was hilarious. My husband and I did our yearly shopping trip for his wardrobe. He HATES to shop for clothes, so we go when the sales are on and he does it all at once.
My husband is an Accountant and super conservative. He has his own style happening. Its not flamboyant though, to say the least. He's in the changerooms at one store and is trying on jeans - found a great pair. I made him try on some skinny jeans. I see his feet under the dressing room door and he starts doing a footloose dance. I laughed so hard I was crying and my belly ached. Then he stepped out in those jeans. I laughed even harder. SO not his style. I mean, he looked fine in them - it was hilarious seeing him in those jeans. Skinny jeans - raw denim. Husband was cracking up also. It was a pretty fun trip to the boring mall. Then we went to Macys to get him shirts for work. We got home and were still laughing. I went to bed thinking I'm glad I'm married to someone I get a kick out of.
This morning I've been listening to all sorts of good music. It started out with Jackson 5, then Stevie Wonder... Lionel Richie... FANTASTIC!