I seriously can not stop laughing at this communication. Yeppers, it's real and it's between me and my husband of 30 years. Thought y'all might enjoy it as well.
So yea, there was a black tie event on Saturday night for patrons of our local Azalea Festival. It's a pretty big deal here in our southern town. Since we are too cheap to be patrons, someone was nice enough to offer Uncle Jeffy tickets to the Gala on Friday. Although I certainly appreciate being asked, seriously, what woman other than a supermodel has a dress suitable for a black tie event with 24 hours notice?
Uncle Jeffy graciously declined with this gem: "thank you so much for your kind offer of the tickets. However, apparently I'm the only one who was unaware that you can't wear a dress you have hanging in your closet and that one day notice is not enough time to buy a new one." The female who offered the tickets replied with rip roarin' laughter!
But all's well that ends well. Date night was just like every other night around here. By 7pm we were each in our familiar spots on the couch, me in my Sponge Bob PJ's, and Uncle Jeffy in his boxer shorts and corvette t-shirt stained with bleach. Aaaahhhh the romance never ends after all these years!