I previously shared my 2016 summer dad-shirt catalogue, but this Star Wars shirt (aka Stormy) is one of my favorites. It’s my go-to weekend shirt. I wear it around the house, while grabbing Saturday coffee, or when I just want to look and feel baller-shot-caller. In fact, I was brave enough to wear this shirt one time with a blazer at a semi-formal event and it received non-stop compliments. I sat back and let the shirt do the talking. I mean, just look at the intricate storm trooper linework. Just look at it.
My wife, however, hates to look at it.
I loathe shopping and don’t spend money on new clothes (I spend it on coffee to help me deal with my children) but when I saw this shirt just hanging there in the wind, I announced: “TO WHOM DO I THROW MY MONEY TO?”
“Please calm your voice, Sir” said the checkout lady at Ross.
“Sorry,” I whispered, handing her 10 dollars (yes, only 10 dollars! $9.99 plus tax to be exact. Can you believe that?)
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A few months ago, I walked into our garage, and sitting at the top of two paper shopping bags, was my Star Wars shirt.
“This is a weird place for Stormy,” I thought to myself as I picked him up. I walked back inside and asked my wife what he was doing in the garage. I mean, it was a bit faded so perhaps she was experimenting with a new whitening agent for the family? It was plausible, but highly questionable, since I do my own laundry.
“Oh, that’s for the donation pile,” came her answer.
The air escaped my lungs. “How dare you…”
“Please put it back where you found it,” she asserted.
“Oh, I will,” came my response.
I promptly went back into the garage and picked up the bags. I walked back in looking directly into her soul, and without breaking eye contact, put my Star Wars shirt and the others back in my dresser where they belong.
“You know I’m just going to donate it when you’re not around, right?”
“NOT ON MY WATCH!” I shouted.
“Please calm your voice. You’ll wake the baby.”
“Sorry,” I whispered.
So if you see me wearing Stormy on consecutive days, you now know why. I can’t take any more chances around my wife.
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