The sound my corduroy pants will be making when I bust ’em out and put ’em on tomorrow, September 1st. One of my ex’s was fashion offended by me sporting them in August. Something like “You look stupid. Wait till after Labor Day Jack-ass”… I wear them when I start to feel Fall around me. Not according to a date on a calendar. Corduroy pants rule. I’d be up for more Corduroy in my life. pillow. towel. socks. carpet.
Hard to believe it’s September tomorrow. Cooler temps… changing colors… different moods… bring it.
I’ll be here at KILO control Monday. I hope you have it off. Be safe. \m/