Stripes.

As a kid on family vacations, that's all we wore. My sister wore red and white striped shirts, myself blue and white, and my brother green and white. You could pick us out in a crowd of 100 people easily, I guess that's the main reason my parents did it. We even had the striped socks to match pulled up to our knees. Oh yeah. I have pictures. You should ask me to show you them sometime.

So I happen to be wearing this shirt I have that is made up of three or four large stripes, navy green and white or something. I've worn it like five other times this year at least. Apparently, not in front of any of my friends. Not once, but TWICE, people announced that I was making a huge change from my normal wardrobe by wearing it. WORD FOR WORD, they said they exact same thing "well it's not a shirt with wolves on it or a t-shirt with a smart ass statement..." Two people, exact same statement, different times. Both the exact same "smart-ass" phrase. Pretty mind boggling.

Apparently I need to wear the stuff that doesn't fall into those two categories more often. Maybe Christmas will be a chance to branch out a bit. I've always been a pretty predictable guy, but I wasn't aware that the people around me actually notice, much less care about what I wear. Go figure.

Tomorrow's forecast, a smart-ass t-shirt.