In rolls Butch...
He took one look at my pants and gave them a look that could only be translated to disgust. That "ew! nasty! what in your right mind would cause you to put them on!" look.
He went outside to smoke.
I promptly went downstairs to change. The entire outfit.
He came back in to me and my crushed spirit slamming my way around the kitchen.
"What happened to your pretty pants?" (Oh yes - he said that)
"??????" I asked him back "Did you NOT just give me The Look about them????"
"It's because they were different. I like them. You should go change and put them back on."
No - I didn't bother changing back. I will just try wearing them tomorrow.