I had one of those mornings today.

You know, one of those days when nothing works for your clothes.

Here’s me:

Get the pants on… these are the base, I’m good with the pants. Grab some socks for later while I’m in the dresser. Good comfy goldtoes. Goldtoes rock.

Shirt. Right. Denim shirt, nice and comfortable. No wrinkles. Good. Pull it on, realize that I’m wearing the pants with the back belt loop torn off… can’t wear tuck-in shirts or you can see it.

Denim shirt goes away, grab a pullover. Pullover is too long for business casual… looks slacker. Tuck it in, looks good.

Remember that you still can’t use a tucked-in shirt with these pants. Swear. Grab a sweater (the one you don’t like) and hang up the pullover. Grab the socks, then remember the deoderant you forgot and undo everything. Grab some shoes.

Go to the office, turn on email, pull on the nice socks, start to put on your shoes.

… dammit.

You grabbed white socks, moron — these are dark shoes and dress pants.

Swear some more… head back to the closet for different socks…

That’s my morning — how the hell are you?