…talkin’ ’bout my mad laundry skills…

this mornin’ while my honey was getting ready for work, i brought him his favorite shirt to wear to work.  a tan t-shirt - oh, so comfy for fridays.

he took it from me and said,”why’s it look pink?”

“pink?”, i say, pretending as though there is absolutely nothing wrong with the shirt he holds in his hands.

“yeah, pink.  see it?”, he says holding it into the light.

“hmm, well, you know, pink is the new brown.” 

from the laugh he offered up, i’m not so sure he’s buyin’ it.