Whenever Pam asked me about how I picked which shirt to wear, I always insisted that I just grabbed whatever was next in rotation.

Today, in our hotel room, I noticed that the next shirt was green and wouldn’t go with the green shorts that were also next in rotation.

I looked at the next shirt, but that had “there’s no place like /~” and I was saving that for the day that we flew back home.

That meant that I’d wear the shirt after that which was blue with white numbers, “42”, and a couple of mice. At least it wouldn’t clash with the green shorts.

Pam said “I knew it, I always wondered why your outfits never clashed.”

I guess that if I’m going to be caught by my wife, it may as well be for picking out a matching shirt.