Probably the only saving grace I have when Dana discovers I’ve once again dressed our daughter in unwashed, grimy thrift store finds that look as if they’ve actually been around since Bo and Luke Duke were running moonshine across Hazzard County is the fact that they cost 50 cents.
Take this half sweatshirt, for instance. I practically screamed with joy when I found it on the racks.
Dana wasn’t nearly as pleased, until I told her that the guy who played Boss Hogg spoke five languages, got degrees from Yale and Colombia and served as a spy in the Korean War.
“This shirt is educational is what it is,” I gushed, “A real role model.”
Dana paused for a moment, eyeballing the person she agreed to live the rest of her life with.
“Who’s Boss Hogg?”
And I have to remember that she wasn’t allowed to watch much TV and has never even seen an episode of the Brady Bunch, despite the fact that she made these pants. Tell me these don’t look like something Jan would wear. This is probably the best thing I will ever dress our daughter in. Well, maybe.
Just think how happy she’ll be when she actually gets to watch the show.