The other day I was hanging up some of Johnny's work shirts from the dryer when I thought they looked pretty and wanted to take a picture. I'm weird. Or I just love photos, hence the current count of images in my iphoto is 13,645. Yup. True.
Anyway, I was looking at the shirts and after thinking they looked pretty I starting counting how many of them came from a dead guy.
Let me back up.
My mom works a couple times a week helping out an old lady in her ward. Mary Lou. She is 95, I think. Anyway, a while back they were going through some of her late husbands clothing to get rid of and she just couldn't part with some of the nicer things.
Like the shirts. So she asked my mom if she knew anyone who could use them. And since Mary Lou's husband was just as skinny and almost as tall as Johnny, ta da! New shirts!
The thing is, they're
really nice. There are a million little pleats by the cuffs.
Ever heard of Brooks Brothers shirts? I hadn't either. Probably because their dress shirts run for at least $65 a piece.
My mouth gaped when Johnny told me that. But the moment I REALLY knew they were awesome was when I was watching an episode of Gilmore Girls and Richard Gilmore (grandpa) referenced one of his shirts as being a Brooks Brothers.
I ran to tell Johnny.
Who didn't care.
But I felt a little famous, or something.
Anyway, back to the picture 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
5 of those are Brooks Brothers and they are so nice. And those aren't all the ones he's got. He even has a white one for church. Score!
