Tonight, as I quickly changed into my flexible, pain-bearing yoga attire, I remembered the crisp, 70 degree winds that battered me during my lunch break.
“It’s jacket weather,” I concluded.
It was in this moment of weather-induced wardrobe alteration that I noticed the abundance of track jackets in my closet.
“There’s just no need for that many track jackets,” I thought.
And as I drove to L.A. Fitness, the unnecessary track jacket variety weighed heavily on my mind.
“Why am I still thinking about the track jackets?” I wondered.
[Musical Interlude: “Sexy Chick” by David Guetta]
And then it hit me.
“Oh shit. I am becoming Mr. Rogers.”
First, the socks.
Now, the jackets. A forced replay of the jacket lineup sent a chill down my spine.
“I don’t even KNOW my neighbors.”
But fear was quickly replaced with a new sentiment: love.
Maybe those lingering thoughts of sporty sweaters were just a belated shot from Cupid. That sly, fat bastard. I was ready to forgive him for the last mishap. I mean, who saw the Clay Aiken thing coming?
Eager to let Mr. Rogers know that I’d like to be more than his neighbor, I rushed home and took necessary first date precautions.
We’re going to be so happy with our Asian baby. What’s that? Stomach cancer? Oh..
Heh! Just steer clear of the zippered cardigans and you should be save.
And I like you just the way you are.
Do you think the Sugar Hill Gang ever opened their closet and said
“Hm, I think I have too many track jackets”.
No. They didnt.
And neither does Clay Aiken. Just FYI.
Thanks for stopping by Sonia! I always enjoy your posts on CopyBlogger
You know.. I have to admit, it took me a few minutes to catch that reference…
Can I interest you in a “Bridge Over Troubled Water” single? Also, who is this Sugar Hill Gang? Googling…
What would ya'll do on a first date anyway? ….play with trains in the kitchen? sounds like fun
AL