Saturday, September 18, 2010

Air Max Chocolate

Three beautiful brown-haired smiling young people. Three shiny brown jerseys. A couple matching brown vintage duffel bags. Three fitted long-sleeve sweat-containing exercise undershirts. Three pairs of baseball/football trousers all shiny and white. Three sets of new white socks pulled up clean to the knees. Holding up the product samples like its the golden gold of all chocolate peanut butter candy bars. Right dude is wearing full-on tennis shoes from the 80's. Middle dudette is wearing cross-trainers all tied up tight and looking like she might just throw down the chocolate and start training on the spot. Toodles on the end is like, 'If I'm going to be doing this all day, at least I'm going to be comfy in my floaty Air Max and heck if I'm going to tie up my laces.'

I'm just saying, I'm with Toodles. Air Max untied and comfy any day or night of any week.

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Wednesday, September 15, 2010

man purse = murse. man skirt = mirt?

I should apologize if my writing is scattered today, my brain hasn't figured out quite yet that it's no longer asleep, so my thoughts are a little scattered and my grammar smarts are a little on the slow side (as can be seen in that sentence).  One of those days where I'd like stay in bed all day, and really wanted to push snooze a few more times than I was able to.  However, it reminded me of a time that I was walking through the OGG Airport in Maui, starring at the ground as I was sad to leave, and in front of me waiting for the security check was a man that I assumed had literally rolled out of bed to get to the airport as he had managed to take his bed sheet with him!  How convenient!  I imagine he pressed snooze too many times and then decided he had to skip a step to get to the OGG on time and - so he decided that step would be putting on clothes.  I wish I could have done that today.  I could have had my own personal toga party - just strolled into the office with some leaves in my hair and a bed-sheet on.  I know that comfy is key, as Peacoat has mentioned before, and I am in no way criticizing this man's decision about what he wanted to wear, but I just have a hard time figuring out how he managed to pull it off (the fashion idea- not the bed sheet), or did he?

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