Over a pair of gray dress pants that Austin is convinced are too
tight and make his hips look huge.
Austin: These pants look OK?
Me: Yes, you look gorgeous.
Austin: I don't look doofy?
Me: No. I'd love to say that I never let you leave this house looking doofy, but I don't have that kind of power.
Austin: Then you think these pants make me look doofy.
Me: I just said those pants are fine.
Austin: Then what doofy clothes are you talking about?
Me: The shorts, for one.
Austin: The black and white ones? I love those. If I'd have had them back then, I would have worn them to our wedding.
Me: The wedding you were an hour and a half late to.
Austin: Exactly. Fashionably late and the center of attention when I walk in wearing my awesome shorts.
Austin: These pants look OK?
Me: Yes, you look gorgeous.
Austin: I don't look doofy?
Me: No. I'd love to say that I never let you leave this house looking doofy, but I don't have that kind of power.
Austin: Then you think these pants make me look doofy.
Me: I just said those pants are fine.
Austin: Then what doofy clothes are you talking about?
Me: The shorts, for one.
Austin: The black and white ones? I love those. If I'd have had them back then, I would have worn them to our wedding.
Me: The wedding you were an hour and a half late to.
Austin: Exactly. Fashionably late and the center of attention when I walk in wearing my awesome shorts.
The shorts, not my husband modeling:
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