After church yesterday, we were driving on the official Cincinnati Festival hunt (Catholic Church festivals are legit around these parts, perfect fun for a small budget) and as we were waiting at a stop light, an interesting looking couple holding hands (and looking very much in love for that matter) crossed in front of our car.

As they were crossing I looked at the Hubster and remarked that this couple seemed like an unlikely pair. And they did. The girl was BEAU-TIFUL, dressed to the nines in a flowing Maxi, adorable shoes, and literally the most perfect accessories I have ever seen in my life. Her hair and makeup were flawless, and she was just glowing radiance.

The guy not so much. He had a long stringy mullet, was wearing an airbrushed wolf shirt and Pajama pants. Needless to say, they were a little mis-matched.So when I said those words out loud, my expectation was for my husband to agree. I mean PJs and Evening gown! Come on!

Instead, he looked at me mouth agape. Like I had just sprouted two heads. And he uttered the words I least expected to hear.

” Jess I can’t believe you would say something so racist“

After a double- no TRIPLE take at the couple, I realized what he was talking about. They were a mixed couple.And I didn’t even notice. But my words, my completely innocent words were taken to a horrible, ugly place, even though my intentions weren’t anywhere near racial.

Sigh. In one breath I’m happy. Happy that I married someone who cares enough about me and my face (so I don’t get punched for saying something stupid), and sad, that such an innocent statement could be turned into something so awful.

For the record, I am not racist, but if I see you out in Pajamas an an airbrushed wolf shirt, I may double take…especially if you’re holding hands with someone way out of your league.

I’m nothing if honest.