Tag Archives: clothing

What I dislike the most

February 21, 2015

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Lauren is tired. Maybe of me. Maybe just tired. She didn’t say. So I will tell you the thing that people wear that I dislike the most. You then can do the same. The thing I dislike the most that people wear is flannel shirts that are too tight. People who do that do not […]

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Das Boots. No. Dos Boots.

January 29, 2015

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It’s National Lutheran Schools Week, and we’ve had various dress-up days this week. Red & White / Pajama Day / Crazy Hair and Socks / Mix, Match and Clash (hence my two boots) and tomorrow – worst of all – Team Sports Day. There is one sports-related item of clothing in this house: An ancient […]

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Lloyd and the Amazing Single Colored Dreamcoat

February 23, 2011

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Lloyd and the Amazing Single Colored Dreamcoat

Lauren bought me a new good coat for Christmas. I tried to wear my old good coat a few months ago, and it had not gone well. Popular consensus was, “You can’t wear that anymore.” It was a shame, because I really liked my old good coat. But it had evidently shrunk over time. I […]

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This post is not interesting*

January 13, 2010

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This post is not interesting*

I feel honored, in a way, to be able to make this post. To be able to, in some small way, advance the sum of human knowledge. I won’t pretend to be the only person who knows this. I won’t even pretend to be he first person who knew it. But there is something deeply […]

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So long old friends

June 27, 2009

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So long old friends

I cleaned out my closet(s) yesterday. I think I sent about two dozen shirts and several pairs of pants off to Goodwill. Lauren did all of the folding and packaging, as I was in no condition to do any of that after the agonizing decisions I had to make. Several of the shirts were old […]

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I bet this never happened to Mr. Buesing

March 7, 2009

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I bet this never happened to Mr. Buesing

Karla’s dad always had a cool green pen when he was at St. Pauls. All the other teachers were somewhat promiscuous, sometimes sporting a red pen, other times blue or black. Not Mr. Buesing, he was all green, all the time. A rock in a world of shifting sand. When it was my turn to […]

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