The other day I went to the store with Mr X to pick up a few things he had ordered. While there I started browsing some of the ladies clothes. Mr X decided to be sweet and helpful by selecting a few items for me to try on. So he handed me a pair of shorts - brown and black plaid knee length things one size too big for me. (I've been obsessed with all things stretchy and too-large the past 5 or six days, understandably so.) After parading around the store in them, Mr X had completely assured me that these shorts were superior above all others and I impulsively purchased them.
Now, let me tell you a story about one other time in which Mr X both selected an item and convinced me this item was an absolute must-have:
Once upon a time in the lovely land of Hawaii, the X's were on a much needed vacation. Due to the abundance of sunlight on this tropical island, Mrs X decided that some cheap sunglasses would help her really enjoy her trip to the fullest. Mr X, being the accommodating and wonderful man he is, agreed and so the X's set about to find some 'cool shades.' Mr X picked out some fantastic sunglasses for his wife and told her incessantly that they absolutely looked 'the best' on her. So off the happy couple went on their way...until much later when Mrs X came to her senses and got a good look at herself in the mirror and saw this:
For punishment, Mrs X forced Mr X to wear the horrid sunglasses for the rest of the trip. And they lived happily ever after. The End.
(I was hopped up on Vicodin when I purchased my fancy plaid pants and therefore I was very susceptible to the influences of others (namely Mr X). Since I'm still drugged up I remain pretty jazzed about my new duds so we'll see how they look once I've sobered up. I'll let you know...)
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I think somehow those glasses ended up at our place. We have a picture of Hannah wearing them. We call it her Bono wanna-be picture... I'll send it to you.
You should send it to me. I'd love that. I do think I recall us giving those glasses to you along with an assortment of other valuable treasures.
Love the story of the fabulous glasses....thanks for the pixs! Keep them coming.
I've learned to only take my spousal unit's advice on one type of apparel - shoes.
Hope your pants work out, but so far they don't sound too good.
I'll get you all a picture of my fancy plaid pants - I just have to wait for my legs to stop peeling - because if I took the picture now you wouldn't even notice the shorts, you'd be staring in abject horror at my snake-like skin shedding. Molting maybe? nah, that's birds I think.
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