Here’s the scene this past Saturday at the Haydel’s:
I wake up when Louise gets up around 7:45. We eat breakfast, hang out, and then I dress her and myself to go on our morning run. I just bought her new gray and hot pink tennis shoes, and wanted to match her clothes to her shoes because I am a weirdo. She has hot pink knit shorts and I just bought her a heather gray tshirt so we’re good to go.
Mike gets up while we’re running and watches Louise while I cool down and take a shower. I brainstorm the easiest, most lightweight outfit for myself and end up with a tshirt and chino shorts. I walk out of the bedroom while Mike is on the phone with his mom. He immediately starts laughing at me. I check my clothes for stains or wonder if my hair is wonky. He points to Louise, then at me, and mouths, “did you plan this?”
If only I had her sweet kicks as well.