It looks like Joniopolis is contagious. At least for Richie, our eldest son. Yep, he definitely stepped into my realm of crazy when he decided to wear this tie to church:I complimented him on it, and he said, “Thanks. I got it in Scotland.” Wow—that makes it even cooler, right? But then he sat down and noticed the upholstery on the pews blended right in with his tie.
Nicole and I tried to muffle our laughter, but the bench was shaking and our faces were turning red. Richie was not amused. And, of course, this made it even funnier.
So I thought I’d point out that Richie is not alone in this clothing-matching-your-surroundings thing. Here are five more pictures of other people with similar predicaments:
This used to happen to me in restaurants-- for years it seemed I always chose clothes that matched the tablecloths and napkins, and I would wipe my mouth with my own shirt. But now I'm not alone. So welcome to Joniopolis, all of you. And may the farce be with you.
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