Update to Housewarming Party

I completely forgot about a pretty funny story from last night, so here you go.  Let me go back to this past Sunday as Dustyn and I were getting ready for church.  I was wearing a blue dress and Dustyn got dressed and put on a blue shirt.  I looked at him and said, "Um, no.  We cannot be all matchy matchy the first time we go to this church."  I picked out another shirt for him to change into and we went to church.

Last night, as we were getting ready to go to the party, Dustyn asked me what he should wear.  I walked into the closet and quickly picked out a shirt.  He looked at me with that crazy eyed look and said, "You want me to match you tonight?"  I looked down and sure enough, I had picked out a pastel purple shirt for him to wear.  I was wearing a purple shirt too.  I think it's the only purple shirt I own.  I thought we were running late, so I said, "It's okay, Dus, I don't mind tonight."

I can't even begin to tell you how embarrassing it is when everyone realizes that you and your husband match.  They literally thought we had planned it since we were new and it would be easy to associate us by color.  I began to wish that we had worn black or something; it probably would have been less noticeable than purple.  I mean, really, what man wears purple willingly?  I told Misty and Daniel about us almost matching on Sunday and she said, "Awww, you should have matched.  Then we could have remembered you guys as the cute, matching, Texas couple."

This happens all the time to us these days.  Subconsciously, we just think alike now.  Yes, even when I'm not picking out his shirts for him, we match.  Who knew that this happened.