The Robe – Friday night

Tim's new robe(1)On Friday evening Tim came upstairs and casually laid the man’s robe–which I threw across his bed in anger Friday afternoon–across the cedar chest at the end of our bed.

I took that to mean he plans to continue to greet not just trick-or-treaters but all our guests in his vintage baby doll robe.

Hood up, he looks like a sheik.

A gay one.

Maybe when I have time I’ll try to find him some polka-dotted plush slippers to match. With pom poms.

Note: One follower of this blog suggests I’m jealous and really want the robe for myself. Hmm. Shall I see how I look in it?


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