Tonight Leigh and I were folding clothes on the bed, and I noticed my work socks looked funny. I only have a few black dress socks so I usually know what they look like. But it looked they they had gotten thinner. I noticed it the last few times I’d worn them, but tonight, with them on the bed in the light, they looked really different. Leigh noticed my intense gaze and asked me, “Why are you staring at my nylons?”
Turns out I’ve been wearing her hose. No wonder they felt so thin. And came all the way up to my knees.
So in recap, yesterday a bird shit on me, and today I discover that I’ve been inadvertently cross-dressing.
I can’t wait to see what tomorrow holds.
(And yes, I realize that by admitting to this on the blog I open myself up to mocking, but really, you can’t make me feel any more stupid than I already do.)