This is story about my husband, Paul:
Like most of us, he is a creature of habit.
Last week, he agreed to buy and wear a pair of shoes that can not be worn with socks, lest he look like a big doofus. This was a BIG deal, people. Because, in all of the years that I've known him, he has NEVER gone "sock commando."
On Sunday, Paul wore his brandy new loafers (sans socks) a la Miami Vice, to a birthday party at my sister's house.
And my Mom was there.
In case you are unfamiliar with Momma Alda, she's a very fashionable Portuguese version of Sophia Petrillo (from the Golden Girls). She only wears high heels. She always dresses like she's in a friggin fashion show. Her make-up and hair are always perfect. Oh, and most importantly, she completely lacks a mouth filter.
Any-who, while at the birthday party on Sunday, Paul was eating his cake and chatting with my Mom when she suddenly noticed his shoes:
Knowing that he never, ever wears shoes without socks, she exclaimed, "Paul! You have-a new shoes (insert Portuguese accent here)!
Then, she proudly announced, "I like-a your shoes! You look jzust like Jooolio Iglesias!"
The hubby looked at her and then at me and whispered, "Is that good?"
I responded, "Um...I guess so. In the 78 year old woman's realm of reality, I think that means your HOT."
"Oh, that's GREAT," he retorted.
I think he was traumatized.
Because on Monday morning, he was wondering around the house getting ready for work wearing his CROCS.....with socks.
Hmmm...sounds like a good title for a Dr. Seuss book, doesn't it?