I hear the The Silver Fox in the kitchen after coming home from work. I wobble in there holding the side of my head that feels like it is collapsing from a sinus headache. Her back is to me. The entire back of her shirt is completely see-through!!
"Mom! You're getting slutty today!"
"No! Jasmine came up to me at work and said my shirt was sheer and I told her, 'Don't you give me that! My shirt is light weight but it's completely solid!' Now you're telling me it's sheer too."
"Mom, I can see your bra right through your shirt!"
"Paul, is my shirt see-through?"
He's busying himself loading stuffed peppers into Tupperware for next week's sack lunches and gives his standard, "Ehhh-eh ehhh." Which means, anything from 'I'm not paying attention' to 'I don't know about fashion,' or 'It's just how it is, I thought that's how you wanted it,' you know the safe answer.
"Mom, that poor Jasmine is probably thinking you're a crazy old bat that doesn't even know what you're wearing!
"Oh well."
"Next thing you know your employees are going to think they can wear sheer clothing to work too. Go stand in the light so I can take your picture."
She poses, "Let me see it!" she demands. "Oh well. It's not that bad.You can delete that picture any time now. I still say it's not that bad."
It's funny how with all of this laughter my headache and prolapsed cranium has disapated. But, I still say, The Silver Fox in her Emperors New Clothes is going to have that Christian store looking like a dance club on Saturday night! Eww-op! Eww-op!
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