the black legs and the man shoes
actually, this outfit goes anywhere that requires ‘denim-less attire’ … black tights, black skirt, black ‘man shoes’… just add a colored sweater, lime green or orange are my favorites, (not kidding) and i’m ready to go just about anywhere
… graduations, dinner, jury duty, funerals …
not for holidays, though. we don’t really dress up for holidays. i’ve been known to show up at holidays in my plaid, non-flannel pajama pants.
i DO wear my hiking boots with them, of course. slippers are just so gauche.
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for uncle patrick
may the road rise up to meet you,
may the wind be always at your back,
may the sun shine warm upon your face,
and the rains fall soft upon your fields,
and until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand.
we’re so sorry that you had to go
but i know that my dad and auntie georgia were glad to see you again 
ok. after typing the word ‘black’ so many times, this is all i can hear:
“black coat, black shoes, black hat, cadillac,
the boy’s a time bomb…”
WHO SINGS THIS, DAMMIT!!
i should remember this.
i think i’m old now.
here’s to uncle leroy. cheers
wait. where did i get leroy from. of course i meant uncle patrick.
My condolences, Ratty.
And, those lyrics are from “Time Bomb” by Rancid.