I Am Officially Old

Perhaps not chronologically, but certainly mentally.

I went out shopping today and decided to hit the local T J Maxx to see if I could find a new outfit for Easter. Cliché, I know, but I figure if I’m gonna have to go to church, I should get something out of it.

Every damn thing in that store was UGLY. The colors, the patterns, the fabrics, the styles: nothing but hideous. And yet, they were doing a brisk trade. So I must be the only one in the world who thinks a that French cuffs are not flattering, that orange looks terrible on Caucasians, that a big puffy flower on the boob should be OUTLAWED.

I’ve gotta go to DSW. At least those fashions, I understand.

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