I’ve made it no secret that my wife usually dresses me. But, every now and then, I’ll try to sneak one under the radar. More times than not, she lets me know that I’ve chosen poorly. When she explains why my choice doesn’t work, I usually try to assure her that most of the guys I work with would barely notice if I came in wearing a prison jumper; never mind if my hat is a slightly different tan than my shorts.

Though secretly, I can’t help but wonder if everyone but me really does notice that I don’t match, but they’re just too polite to say anything.