Over thought

So, we're going to Orlando this weekend to see My Morning Jacket at the Huse of Blues Saturday night (if you're in town, you should come by and check it out. Should be a good time) and tonite, Vicki was fretting over not knowing what to wear to the show. She actually asked me what I was going to wear. Um, it's just a show, so probably just a t-shirt and shorts. It's not the opera. She's still perplexed. Girls over-think everything.