Dressed like a monkey

As I stand writing this, I'm wearing pants that don't fit, shoes that hurt my feet, and a new shirt and tie that make me look like a monkey.

We're off to a wedding. Weddings are excuses for wives to dress their husband and kids up like Cabbage Patch Kids and show them off. For those of being dressed and shown off, it's miserable.

For those of you who know me well, I have a penchant for shorts, jeans, casual shirts, sweat shirts and comfortable shoes (i.e. anything based off a tennis shoe). I'm not fond of dressing up.

I'll put on a fake smile when, or if, people say how nice I look. I know their just trying to make me feel better about my designer socks.