Ok. So. I’ve been craving a striped maxi skirt for awhile now. – There’s just something about them…you know? Early this spring I happened upon the little number you see in the photo above, at Target. Snagged it, and trotted home happy as a clam.
But when husband saw the skirt he said, “What??? That thing makes me dizzy! Yuk.” Now, husband can be rather opinionated sometime, but truly I do value his opinion. Why would I want to keep clothes that he hates?! So I tucked my treasure back in its bag, and thought I might wait to see if a) it might grow on him or b) my intense desire for a striped maxi skirt might wane with the moon. -
Time went by. Neither happened.
Meanwhile, husband’s friends started an ADULT kickball team to play in an ADULT kickball league this summer. I thought this was the. most. ridiculous idea I had heard of in a long time. So maybe I’m opinionated too…
Seriously: didn’t we all only just barely survive kickball in elementary school gym class? You know, that gem of a game where the mean boys threw a massively huge ball to hit the girls in the face (or boobs, or butt, or back…is there a GOOD place to be hit??) in order to throw a player out. Yeah. Good times. -Or- if they were “nice” and went to hit you in the legs, then you ran the risk of tripping on said ball and breaking your face.
Much better option.
SO, since that was all so much fun, why don’t we let grown men (with heaps more strength and accuracy than they had in grade school) pick up this neighborhood pastime and call it a “league”? It deserves quotes because I refuse to recognize it as an honest-to-goodness sports league. I mean seriously. Oh, and did I mention the league was co-ed?
Obviously I thought this was bad news bears. And obviously I didn’t want husband to play in the “league” (on principle if for no other reason) . We had many a discussion over this whole kickball business…
Now what does all this have to do with my beloved striped maxi skirt? Good, good, you’re still trackin’ with me…
The big finish:
So one day (weeks later), I see my lonely maxi hanging out still folded away in its forlorn little bag and decide: “By golly (except I don’t really say that), I really love that little skirt, and I don’t even care if husband hates it! I’ll just wear it when he’s not around if that’s what it comes to!” -
And I told him so.
To which he replied, “Welp, guess that means I get to play kickball this summer!”
We can both be a little rebellious sometimes…
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