I left the kitchen after making the kids' lunches the other day, only for a moment was I gone, and when I walked in, there stood Bones.
In an outfit that was just so... very... wrong... that I picked up my cell phone and snapped a picture of it. He looked up and said, "Why'd you take a picture?"
To which I replied, "Just because..." and I walked back out of the room.
I sent the picture to my sister that said, "We are pattern blind..."
And her reply was, "The Great Flambina dresses like that often, but she is 4."
And I txt'd back, "4... 14... what is 10 years?"
There are battles I will pick and battles I will not. Bones is the type of kid that will argue with you if it's raining outside and you state it. He'll tell you that it's not only not raining, but it's a heat wave.
So I don't argue.
He got in the car that afternoon after school and said, "Mom, I get why you took a picture of me this morning..."
I just shrugged.
He continued, "Why didn't you tell me?"
I looked over, raised my eyebrows and said, "Really? Did you not pass by a mirror? Are you kidding? And then have you get all defensive about why it was fine? Right. You can look like a fashion disaster. I pick my battles..."
"Fine," he went on. "I had tons of kids say things and I convinced them all it was planned. This was the new fashion, stripes and plaid. I told them I did it intentionally..."
Knowing Bones, he completely pulled it off. It's all about looking confident.
I remember being a young engineer at Company X, fresh out of college but for a year. I walked into a meeting and in walked an engineer, kind of scruffy, wearing brown pants, a pink gingham short sleeved shirt, and a brown shiny tie with four big diagonal stripes of different shades of brown. It was the most hideous ensemble I had ever seen.
I just stood there staring. I was introduced to him and I don't even remember what it was about; the outfit was so appalling. That's what I remember, meeting him and what he wore.
This coming from a woman that is not known for her mad fashion sense. I wear solids for a reason.
When the engineer left I said to my boss, "Is he married?"
My boss replied in the affirmative.
I shook my head and said "Good God, she must hate him. No way in hell would I let my man leave the house looking like that... looking like a complete and utter fool."
A month later I heard she'd left him, just packed up the kids and left.
He seemed like a nice enough guy, but dang, I think I nailed that one just on his attire.
I figure, as a parent, some things aren't worth the fights.
As a spouse? It might be a sign that you just don't care anymore.
Then again... then too it might fall into the 'not worth the fight' category.Posted by Boudicca at February 26, 2013 10:54 PM