Last Sunday, it was kind of cool out, and we were not planning on going anyplace, nor were we expecting any visitors. So I put on my black leggings, and a black and orange plaid top. Wife is in the sun room reading a book, and I am watching the NASCAR pre race show. Then it happened, the door bell rings. What to do, run into the other room and do a quick change, hide and let the wife get the door, or say what the heck, and go to the door.
I figured it was a kid selling something for school, or something similar. I open the door, and it is a friend of the wife, and now me, so I let her in, the wife comes in and we all sit down. We talked for a hour or so, and then they walked over to another friends house, and visited with her for awhile, then they came back and we all talked some more. Our unexpected visitor never gave me a second look, or said anything about how I was dressed. The wife said she never said anything to her while they were gone. All in all, not a bad day.