Yesterday I was reminded me that went son goes there'll be less comedy around the house.
First as we were about to go out to look at laptops, Son looks at me and says, "You are not going out looking like that'. 'Say what?!!'
I had on a normal pair of shorts, the cuff (??) of which stopped a couple inches above the knee that were offensively short for son. As I recall, a girl who was in elementary school with me waay back, commented on a picture I shared with her a couple of years ago, that I had great looking legs, soo 😎 .
The other offensive item was a T bro Pound Salt pressed on me, that son said was red necky. There, I can see his point. I only wear the thing inside the house or as an undershirt. Upshot, changed clothes, put on some tattered jeans and my bright red, loud Hawaiian shirt.
Also discovered just how much son hates Macs. He commented yesterday that another reason why he is glad he did not select one of the school in VA he was accepted to was that he learned incoming students must buy a Mac Pro. So, I asked him if he was an incoming freshman to Harvard and had to buy a Mac, would he refuse to go? 'Yes', was his answer. Go figger.