Sunday, February 07, 2010

Trimming Down.


We're getting rid of some of our clothes.
And when I say "some", I mean a ton.
In the process tonight, Mr. C. found my old fishnets.
This is what transpired:

Mr. C.: "What about these?"
Me: "Throw them out."
Mr. C.: "What?! Why?"
Me: "I never wear them anymore."
Mr. C.: "But what if I need them to rob a bank?"

They're in the DI pile now.

A note from the hubs:
*i know that fishnets don't work for bank robbery-ing. nylons are the way to go (and not knee highs). a mask works, too.*