I thought about the day, the thoughts, the sights, the experiences and still, it would not edify you for me to elucidate.
Aha! I thought. I shall get random. I am sitting at the old computer upstairs, seldom used old computer which has old, seldom viewed pictures stored on its hard drive. (BBBH is watching a 48 hours or something similar mystery, a sort of programming that does not appeal to me; hence I am sitting at the...)
Thus I pulled up the Pictures, shot the cursor at a random folder, and here we are. Six years ago we were frozen in time, posing in these Western-style shirts. Have you seen our shirts? No, seriously, they are missing. I know, I know, you are thinking "Why would you care, if the shirts are that old?"
1. We only buy stuff we like.
2. We don't necessarily keep stuff forever, but we "use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without."
3. I bought my shirt at an open-air market in Black Canyon City, Arizona, hence there is an aura of nostalgia and fond memories about it.
4. We hate to lose stuff.
Somewhere in time, say probably three years ago, we had worn these shirts to an event (definition of event: going to dinner at the local restaurant on Senior Night.) The next time we wanted these shirts, we could not find them. Nor have we yet found them.
Seriously, have you seen our shirts?
9 comments:
Maybe my gargoyle Irving took them and they are all having a high old time wherever gargoyles and western shirts go to have a high old time...
Sorry, I have not seen your shirts, but perhaps they will still turn up!
Grace, I will get some pleasure now, imagining Irving rockin' those shirts as he dances the nights away!
Shelly, quite doubtful; although not impossible. (Have I ever mentioned how far beyond knee-deep we are in stuff around here?)
Can't help you. Your shirts are nowhere in sight--at least not from our house. I just stopped by looking for an idea to post today. Have you seen my ideas? Perhaps I have none left?
Chuck, your idea supply and mine. What is with that?
I knew knew that a black hole for socks exists, but had no idea there is also one for shirts.
Vee, guess so. And I have half-drawer full of unmated socks, each patiently waiting the day its match emerges from that black hole.
That must have been one heck of a Senior Night if you both can't find your shirts!!! Wow.
Lin, yeah, life is crazy like that. Hah. In someone's imagination.
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