Plaid is always edgy

"And then halfway through the conversation I realized I was looking at the wrong eye. I never know which one of his eyes to look at! Which one is the crazy eye??"- someone near and dear, that is unintentionally offensive. But I have no room to talk. The last person I knew with that eye problem found his way on the superlatives ballot for 'best eyes', only partially (by that I mean all) my fault. I didn't make people vote for him, and I never thought he would win. Anyway..

Lone Ranger was wearing green plaid, brown boat shoes, and khakis. His father time hair-do was blowing in the wind, all the while riding on his....motorcycle. Now I know you cool kids thought I was going to say mo-ped, but alas, 'plaid thunder' got himself a motorcycle and provided the amusement for my drive home. Before you think "wow- bia bia", keep in mind I didn't make him wear that shirt, and I didn't make him go out in public. Choices people, choices. Now, I don't always make the best choices- bc sometimes it involves what is currently at my feet or having to wear layers to try and not look like the ' dog the bounty hunter's ' wife's chest is currently housed on mine...but all with in reason people. 

I still haven't unpacked from NY.

 I want to pretend I am instead on a trip to Dallas and living out of my suitcase here. Juuuust kidding...that would just be sad (and true). I didn't know I could love an actual place so much. I didn't use to understand the draw that city has on people. It's like when you meet someone and instantly click, and it feels like home. I left my heart, and shampoo, in NY city.