Last year I did an entry about my lucky sweatshirt (hoodie, as they're now called) Click HERE to see the entry. My son came home from basic training wearing the shirt, and I fell in love with it... and have loved it ever since. I've looked on E-bay for one with the same saying, but with no luck. Besides, this one has my last name on it. That's part of what makes it special.
So, we were heading out for a walk Friday morning. The temperatures were near freezing, so I grabbed my coat. Cliff took my red sweatshirt off the hook and said, "You aren't going to wear this, are you?"
"Well, no... but I just bought you a hooded sweatshirt at Walmart."
"I know, but I'm going to be working in the shop, and I don't want to get that one greasy."
Huh? So you're going to get MY lucky shirt greasy?
I let it pass; but, yesterday, he put the shirt on again. And wore it all day long.
Come on, folks, the shirt is over twenty years old. If it falls apart from age, I want to be the one wearing it at the time.
We had some fun fighting over it, along with granddaughter Amber.
And when the dogs are begging food, they don't care what anybody's wearing.