Shopping trip

Cliff and I went to a fundraiser dinner at the school yesterday; we'd purchased the tickets from granddaughter Natalie.  Since we were already planning on getting out of the house, I informed Cliff we were going to do some shopping.  You can imagine the reaction I got from that suggestion.
Cliff, however, needed underwear.  He's been giving me excuses for a long time about why he was still wearing various sizes (his size changes from one year to another) of raggedy underwear.  While he was still laying in bed sipping his coffee yesterday morning, I started removing the contents of his underwear drawer and tossing it on the bed.  
"Look at this mess," I said.  "When's the last time you wore any of these boxer shorts?"  
(He went through a brief phase of trying to wear boxers... it had something to do with riding the motorcycle, I think.)   
He agreed that he didn't like them, and said he'd take them to the shop to use as rags.  
We don't get Cliff's underwear at Walmart.  His mother brought him up in J.C. Penny underwear, by george.  Stafford brand.  They are not cheap.  
But I have an envelope with money for clothing.  Every week twenty bucks goes into the envelope.  
We don't shop for clothes often, so I figured that envelope would never be empty.  We've spent more on clothing that I thought we would, but we haven't drained the fund dry yet; of course, nobody has needed shoes so far.   
Cliff decided since I was forcing him to go shopping, he needed some new T-shirts; he has a whole drawer full of perfectly good ones, but all of them have some kind of stain or other, mostly grease stains from his playing working in the shop.  I'm a terrible laundress; I never check for stains.  I don't check pockets, either.  I'm basically lazy.  So shoot me.   
Of course his mom taught him to only wear Stafford T-shirts.  We picked up two packages.  On the way to the cash registers, I nabbed myself a couple of packages of underwear.  Ten pairs of men's whitie-tightie underwear, six T-shirts, and three packages of ladies' underwear:  $98.  
Boy, am I glad we have envelopes.  In the old days I would have used my Penny's charge card and figured out how to pay for the stuff next month when the bill came in the mail.  I no longer have a Penny's charge card.
See?  It's possible to teach an old dog new tricks.  
I'll tell about the rest of our shopping adventures in another entry.  
So now you know more than you ever wanted about the underwear in this house.  I wonder if Cliff will approve this entry when he wakes up?  If it disappears, you'll know he didn't like it.