AspiringAuthor47
I sat on the couch, my feet propped up on the coffee table, a bowl of chips in my lap, and a beer on the end table. I was finally at peace and could watch some TV.
That was till my teenage daughter came downstairs in the most awful outfit I have ever seen, screaming and hollering about how mom wouldn't let her wear it to the dance.
I sat up and looked at the outfit and solved the situation in a sentence, "Julie that outfit is hideous. I mean who puts black with dark brown?