Years ago before my wife properly conditioned me on certain things, there was a Saturday morning when I rolled out of bed and put on the first clothes I could put my hands on. It consisted of a pair of plaid shorts and a striped shirt. After I ate breakfast, I told my wife I was off to Home Despot, and she refused to let me leave the house until I changed clothes. Little did I know at the time that stripes and plaid clashed.
Fast forward to today in HEB. I see a woman wearing a spaghetti strap mocha-colored tank top, black and white plaid pajama pants, and a leopard print shower cap. Something tells me the tank top just doesn't go.
Fast forward to today in HEB. I see a woman wearing a spaghetti strap mocha-colored tank top, black and white plaid pajama pants, and a leopard print shower cap. Something tells me the tank top just doesn't go.