I think this was 1997. Mr C was wearing this very same sweatshirt today. I never felt it was my job to buy his clothes. I think he found that sweatshirt somewhere. I do buy him a pair of shorts or a pair of chinos from time to time. Also, undies. Not shoes, sox, jackets, hats, or shirts. Guess I am the bad wife.
Cloudy, chilly, thinking about going to Hawai’i kind of a day.
Enjoy Every Sandwich: Grilled Ham and Cheese.