Last week at work we had ‘fun week’ that mostly consisted of diffrent themes each day with no real other festivities; hats, sports, hawiaian shirts, etc….

Friday was team theme day and after much debate our team decided that Friday, pick your own theme day, would be Hillbilly day, mostly due to the fact that most East Tennesseeians have something in their closets that’d be appropriate.

I’d decided early on that I would not be participating in any dress-up days.? I’ve never been big on costumes and knew I’d have an unproductive day if I was uncomfortable, so Friday morning I put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and headed out the door.? It was a little chilly outside so I went back into the house and grabbed a flannel shirt.

About halfway though the day someone came by my desk and started giving me grief about not dressing up.? One of the little girls on my team, eager to help however she could, stood up and said; “Yes he did.? He just took his flannel shirt off!”