Let me set the stage: he hates spending money ESPECIALLY on clothes for himself. Typical Financial Advisor, I guess. So he doesn’t tell me he needs anything until I notice that his undershirts have holes in them, or he blows the elbow out of a dress shirt, or he starts throwing away socks or boxers, etc.
This morning as we sat in church listening to the sermon I look over and see Josh’s shoes, the sole specifically, as it rests on his knee. The soles of his shoes are split showing the bottom of the shoe (at least I couldn’t see his sock through!)…I look over at him in horror!
Jayne: “why didn’t you tell me you needed new shoes?!”
Josh: “I just did.”
Gotta love the man.