M – It’s great to be a guy. Nearly every morning I listen to my radio sidekicks, Tracy and Suzanne, anguish over what to wear to the next this or next that function. Both ladies have an excellent fashion sense, so I’m getting a bit of an education simply by listening. My Lady Baba begins fretting over wardrobe details days before we go somewhere. The day of, I can’t take a nap on my own bed because 6 outfits are spread out, covering the entire surface area. Me? About 10 minutes before we leave, I make my decision. No fretting, unless Barbie makes a face at my selection. Then I’m screwed. I think women look at us men as their dress-up dolls. Isn’t it enough you ladies have to outfit yourselves let alone another person? Just let me slip into a nice pair of Levis with a crisp oxford shirt and sport coat. Good to go. After this rant, I won’t need a bed for my nap. I’m sleeping on the couch. Wake me when it’s time to go.
New Hampshire in the Morning
Am I your mannequin?
