My commercial shoot was moved up to today, which meant yesterday was my wardrobe fitting. I asked Annie the Stylist to put me in something in an Oompa Loompa. She declined.Instead, I was given the official outfit of dads everwhere: khaki pants, cardigan over an oxford shirt. The second I put on this getup, I felt an overwhelming desire to pull crabgrass and not have sex.
Luckily, the khakis are roomy, because I’m damn excited. Recap tomorrow.
