Bob turned me onto Johnny about 10 years ago.
I love the blues - and Bob heard Johnny on one of the blues channels he was listening to one night while driving his truck; so, he called and said, "Hey, baby: I am listening to a guy you NEED to hear - turn the radio on to this channel ..."
This song, tonight, reminds me of that September when I was a new bride (only married maybe 5 days), and Bob was forcing me to go to school - he promised my stepfather I would finish my Senior school year: I WAS PISSED. I hated school.
Anyway, I was trying to figure out what I wanted to wear the 1st day. And Bob didn't like any of my choices.
He kept saying, "You are NOT wearing THAT out of this house."
I finally said, "What is wrong with them, Bob?"
Bob said, "Well, that skirt is too short"; "those jeans, with the patches across the ass - they're so worn they will tear out when you bend over; they need to go into the garbage"; that tank top - FORGET IT".
Finally, in exasperation, I said, "That mini skirt you're complaining about - YOU LOVED it when I wore it dancing last weekend": "those jeans you are worried might tear - they have been TO EVERY DANCE we went to this Summer ... these are my lucky dancing pants, and they haven't 'torn' yet"; and "that tank top that has your hair sizzling - YOU BOUGHT IT FOR ME.": "Bob, YOU LIKED all these things on me last week."
And he said, "I did - yes; BUT now, you are my wife ... and you are NOT wearing those things to school."
So, I said, "then we need to go clothes shopping, because this is all I have - and if you have a problem with them today, when they were perfectly okay last week ... we need to go shopping."
Those things were perfectly fine; but into the garbage can they went.
And into town we went.
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