Let me explain.
Tomorrow, I will be taking my husband to be fitted for a tuxedo.
That's right. You read that correctly.
Why is this such a major event in the life of the Abby Gabs household? Well, dear reader, there are two reasons. Number one: We have to rent said tux for Brian to wear to his nursing graduation next month. It's a big deal. We'll be havin' a party, ya'll.
But the second, more important reason that I'm blogging about the menial task of renting my husband a tuxedo is the real reason behind this blog. You see, my husband has a uniform. He wears it practically every day. That uniform consists of jeans, sneakers, and a myriad of nerdy t-shirts.
On any given day, he looks like this:
Now, most men share this trait. They like to knock around the house in jeans and a tee. Perhaps they'll wear this outfit to the grocery store, or out to a movie.
However, Brian's uniform has always been deemed appropriate attire for all occasions. For instance, here is Brian on any date night:
Special occasions don't often change this trend. A birthday dinner with friends? Same clothes. An evening of (forced) fun at the theater? Same clothes. Our anniversary dinner at a 4-star restaurant in Charleston?
Yep, you guessed it.
In fact, my husband is so entrenched in his fashion sense that he flat-out refused to wear a tie OR a vest to our wedding.
And so, you can imagine my glee at hearing the news that all men graduating with the nursing program in 2012 are required to wear a tux.
Not just any tux, mind you. But a SOLID. WHITE. TUX.
Oh, sweet justice.
And can you guess what I'll be wearing to the tux store tomorrow, dear friends?
Yes I will. And I will enjoy it thoroughly.
