Oww! My eyes!
That weird guy next door showed up this morning wearing the most hideous outfit I’ve ever seen in my life. Seriously. It looked like his closet puked. A red plaid shirt, a blue and white striped jacket, this truly bizarre pair of slacks that had pictures of antique cars all over them, a pair of black and white penny loafers, and the whole outfit was topped off with this baby-poop green bow tie.
I should have pretended I wasn’t home, but curiosity made me answer the door and ask what that get-up was all about. He explained that he was going on “one of them fancy Branson private golf vacations” and didn’t want to look out of place.
Being the good neighbor that I am, I told him he looked great. >:)
Too bad he got out of here before I could get the camera battery charged.
