Black or White? You Decide!

Ok, so this time next week I will be one very dusty mamma because next Saturday we’re off to a wedding and I think we all know what that means….Champagne.  And plenty of it.  

 

It also means a new shirt for Scott, because he doesn’t have a plain one to wear with his suit.  So today we went shopping to find a suitable shirt.   Scott insisted on a black shirt.  I insisted on white.  We both agreed on a blue tie.  Thank god we agreed on something.

Scott purchased the black shirt and blue tie and when we got home he put it on to show me.

 

I said the black shirt made him look like a funeral director and asked him to put on a white shirt, you know, just so he could see what it looked like.  There may or may not have been an eye roll thrown my way at this point, along with a very heavy, exasperated sigh, followed by some hardcore clumping into the WIR to get the white shirt.

 

Once the white shirt was on, I told Scott that it was a winner, to which he (jokingly) replied, “Maybe you should blog about it and let the interwebs decide”

Um, ok then.  Challenge accepted!  So here we go with what I like to call Black or White.  You Decide…

 I say Bogan**  He says Awesome

 

**No offence to any bogans out there.  Clearly I am not anti-bogan. I married one and he’s lovely. 

 

I say sharp, fresh and handsome.  He says Bank Manager**

 

**No offence to any bank manager’s out there.  We’ve got one and he’s a top bloke!