Friday, September 02, 2005

Baby's all growed up

Today was the first day of school. Derek's first day teaching his class on something incredibly boring to me but very exciting to him. And at a very prestigious university, one that neither he nor I could get into back in the day. I should probably remember what his class is, but I was just so overwhelmed by his outfit this morning that I really couldn't get past that.

As he crawled out of bed at some ungodly hour, I asked him if he was going to wear a dress shirt today. His, "ah, no" should have been my first clue.

When I dragged my lazy ass out of bed to make him breakfast (keep your "what a good 1950's wife" comments to yourself. Renee already gave it to me when she heard the story. LOL), I walked into the den to find him wearing a polo shirt with three holes in the back of it. Three holes where the tag probably was at one time.

K: You are not wearing that to class today.
D: Why not?
K: It's full of holes.
D: So.
K: Did you just decide one day that the tag was bothering you so you just reached back and ripped it as hard as you could?
D: Yep.
K: Did you happen to notice the holes?
D: I don't know.
K: Do you think that those kids paying $1200 a credit hour will really respect you with those holes in your shirt? Or those kids getting $1200 a credit hour in loans?
D: I don't know.
K: I know the geek factor is going to be WAY HIGH in your class, but that is too much. Change that shirt.

Renee said that her father can't even get dressed in the morning without her mother's help or he would be wearing ripped up clothes that he found someplace.

So you are saying I have another 46 years of this to look forward to?


Bossy♥'s YOU said...

Well let me start off my saying...If I dont dress mine..he would be wearing this t-shirt that says.."doesnt play well with others"

oh yes..he loves this t-shirt..

if men didnt have us to help dress them...they would surley need us to wipe there motuhs with thier bibs:)

J.P. said...

I’m glad that I can dress myself. As for the mouth wiping thing, I swear that I’m going to have that taken care of in a few more years.

Wait…will I need to use utensils, too?

PBS said...

Yikes, good thing you saw that shirt before he left for work!

MB said...

Probably. Hubby #1 was like that. Totally helpless in the dressing department. When I got rid of him and found Hubby #2 I made sure this one could dress himself. Best of all, he has great taste all around and I love to shop with him! Lucky me!
PS: Tell D to please allow you to take the tags out. I hate them too, but ripping them does tear the clothes and it's a shame to ruin new clothes!

momma of 2 said...

My Aunt has to dress my uncle. He works for a big wig company, and has to dress nice...she just puts an outfit together for everyday of the week, after they come back from the's that bad. She doesn't set out the matching socks and shoes, I swear to god he'd wear white tennis shoes with dress pants. LOL Dress him - if those students are paying $1200 - he can at least look decent.

Humor Girl said...

Yay! I can't wait! My own personal ken doll!

amy said...

I have a couple of guesses where Derek is teaching, and considering there's a good chance that I once worked there myself, I can honestly say the students probably won't give a rat's you-know-what if he's got 3 holes in his shirt. As long as he shows up and takes a half-interest in their little lives he'll be fine.

And yes, 46 more years of that. (Which means 46 more years of blogging about it! Yippee!!!) :)

vani said...

hey, my hubby is a derrick too- only spelled that way! lol thank god d can at least dress himself..even though he is colorblind, but that only means he messes his work socks up so no biggie.

vani said...

shit! sorry- no clue what happened there.. :)

Gangadhar said...

Hi Kristen,
Hope you enjoyed good ,last weekend with Marel,,,
take care..

Stacy The Peanut Queen said...

Your post made me smile this morning...some guys just don't get it...:)

I'm lucky that way, I hubby is a construction worker...most of his "work clothes" are full of holes, snags and discolorations of one kind or another so I don't have to worry about it much.

Dressing him up, however, is a whole 'nother story....yeesh!;)

QOS said...

reminds me of the day my teenaged brother called me at work.

"could you go shopping with me? i want to start wearing matching clothes."

steelcowboy said...

I have matched clothes:
Black tee shirts, and jeans :)

Kris said...

Oh yeah. At LEAST 46 years. ;)

Jaime said...

Did he change?? :)