The Sports Gal's sidebar would have been so much cooler if I made the effort to actually blog on a regular basis. Still...
I always make the mistake of showing Bill an outfit and asking for his opinion. I don't know why I do it. Unless he loves the outfit, whatever his response ends up making me mad. Take last night for example. Bill compares his favorite shirts to baseball pitchers -- his best shirt is his ace, he has a couple of others that are "definitely starters," and if it's a knockaround shirt he calls it a "long reliever." I think this is funny so now he has me doing it. I'm going to an event next week so I asked Bill what he thought of a potential "starter" dress. Since I gave it the starter tag, he knew that either he had to be really excited about it and say, "That's great, I love it," or be honest and say, "I think that's too fancy for where we're going" or suggest another dress he likes to let me off easy. I just needed some sort of answer.
What does Bill say? "It's fine."
Fine? I can't think of an instance where the word "fine" has left me feeling good in any situation.
As my About page says:
For example: Chrissy will ask me how her hair looks, I'll say "Fine." She'll say "Fine? Why fine?" Apparently "fine" is not nearly descriptive enough to describe her hair, a chicken cutlet, the location of a picture frame, and a whole host of other things that could clearly be "fine.'