Over at The Adventures of Roberta X, there was discussion of the validity of combat boots as dress wear. I typed my comment/response. Hit post. And then re-read what I’d typed*. Oh well.
*I really did though, along with black jeans and a new blouse I’d bought for the occasion. Course, my “wedding” was standing in front of a judge in her home office. I refuse to spend thousands to notify the government of a promise between myself and my husband. My mother managed to restrain her opinion of my mode of dress, which is good, because my backup wear was a Tshirt that read “I’m out of bed and dressed, what more do you want?”.
LoL.
The wife would appreciate that one.