I have too many polo shirts.
I have too many black T-shirts.
I can explain both easily, but the reader probably has a good question that's more relevant.
What does that have to do with Marcie?
I know. The reason most readers want to know is because until that sentence, I didn't mention my lovely goddess of a wife. Everyone loves it when I describe something about Marcie to give them more of an idea of what she looks like. They love hearing about how lovely she is, how intelligent, what her curves can be compared to and so on.
Talking about my wardrobe has nothing to do with Marcie. Or at least it wouldn't if it wasn't for Aubrey. Yes, the same Aubrey who is my assistant who owns my old house next door. This same old house that still has some of my clothing stored in one of the closets. Or it did. This was before there were three boxes in front of our door from Aubrey. Seems her thought was that since her new husband was moving in, she needed the closet space. I forgot to mention that when Aubrey was initially moving in, Marcie helped me sift through and grab the clothes I would wear more often to not clutter up our house. And it worked for the first year.
Then we woke up after Aubrey's honeymoon and saw the boxes on the porch. That's when Marcie said what I mentioned above. One box was full of polo shirts. That was easy to explain. Being the CFO of a successful IT company, I had to dress a certain way. This meant at the least, a polo, and khakis. A suit and tie were required for Board Meetings, client meetings, etc. It was Missy's idea for me to have only ten polo shirts. She had me select blue, black, and grey. So, I originally had those colors. Then I started receiving gifts of the other colors. There were shades of green, red, orange and even, gasp, a pink one. Those colors were left next door, until Aubrey packed them up.
"You knew this was going to happen eventually, Romeo," Marcie said partially snarky.
"Yeah, but..."
"But nothing, Leo. You have too many polos. I agree with Missy's intentions of the basic four colors."
"Four?"
"Black, grey and two shades of blue. But you have seven black ones. You don't need that many."
"Looks like I am donating those."
"I agree, Babe. Want me to help you pick out the good ones?"
I smiled.
"I need the help for sure. How many do you think I need to keep?"
She started going through the box.
"You have two black, two grey and one of each shade of blue in our closet. How about the pink one?"
"Pass."
"I think it would look cute on you. Why did you get a pink one?"
"That was a gift from me," Aubrey answered. "He lost a bet."
