My brother and his fiance arrived in Charleston Monday night.
I had lunch with them yesterday afternoon.
Nathan: What's on your face?
Me: Acne. Thanks.
Last night I went over to mom and dad's to have supper with Nathan, Shannon, and 8 of their friends. Before supper, I changed out of my work clothes and went for a walk. Of course I was wearing my infamous "silly pants." They are royal blue spandex and I LOVE them. Just before the friends arrived:
Mom: Are you going to put real clothes on?
Me: Are you?
Mom: No. I'm cooking.
For some reason my mom thought her old as the hills green sweatsuit, lovingly referred to as her "fry suit" was more acceptable/appropriate then my running pants.
It's not.
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