Crissy is confused.
And Crissy is wondering if anyone else has this same problem.
And Crissy would like to say that she knows these pictures are recycled from another post so you don’t have to say it. She just didn’t think it was necessary to take more pictures if she already had them because Crissy is busy doing QOFE things that you Queefs cannot possibly understand unless you have a kid who is bothering the shit out of you right now, a husband, a job, some pets, a house to take care of, and you’re trying to read The Other Boleyn Girl. If you do understand Crissy’s QOFE things then you should call her and make a date to get bombalooed together because Crissy feels like she needs a par-tay.
Anyway, the problem is this:
It’s Mister’s favorite outfit, his signature look, if you will.
Shirt, no pants or underwear of any kind, paired with slippers, sneakers, or boots. Sometimes socks. Sometimes not socks if he’s feeling particularly sassy that day. Perhaps he could borrow Crissy’s Sockettes sometime. Or maybe the rainbow socks would be cute with this outfit.
And Crissy does not think this is a very good look and when she asks Mister to put some pants on for the love of all that is good and decent in this world what exactly makes him think this is acceptable attire she gets this:
“Wha? It’s too cold not to wear a shirt!”
Mister does not understand that Crissy is not complaining about the shirt. Crissy is grateful that there is at least a shirt.
It is the lack of pants that is problematic because while Mister thinks his danglys are ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL and should be shared with the world as often as possible, Crissy disagrees.
Crissy thinks that boy’s danglys are so. not. pretty.
Not that Crissy thinks her stuff is all that appealing either but Crissy at least has the good sense to cover that shit up.
But Mister just walks around with
And it’s not just on occasion.
He comes home, he takes off his shoes, he takes off his pants, puts his shoes back on (!), and voila!
He’s flippin’, he’s floppin’, he’s lovin’ every minute of it and Crissy is just trying not to let him get too close to the dinner she’s cooking because nobody wants to eat soup that may or may not have come into contact with Mister’s peenie.