So last night was the big event, where my wife wanted me to get to know her former supervisor, one of the "business casual" types. We got to their house, and while he was getting a margarita for me, I happened to take in his attire. And what do you suppose he was wearing?? CARGO SHORTS!

We all left to go to a movie, and when we got in our car, I asked my wife, "Did you happen to notice what he was wearing?" She replied, "Yeah, cargo shorts." I just looked at her with raised eyebrows and she said (are you ready for this?) she says to me, "Well you don't have cargo shorts, it would have been different if you had cargo shorts." <img src="/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

I said, "I think we've all learned a valuable lesson here. From now on, I (a very capital "I") get to decide how to dress!" Then I thought about the exact point in my life where I lost the ability to decide for myself how I dress...

BTW, I have cargo shorts ordered; should be here next week.