When we got home last night, I opened up the Old Navy bag and pulled out a pink sweater. It was a...nice pink sweater, but still, a pink sweater.
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James was smiling from ear to ear, until I said, "whaaaat's this?" Then he quit smiling..."you wanted a pink sweater!"
Well, no, I didn't...I tried on an ORANGE sweater last week but then didn't buy the dress or shirt that I wanted the old sweater for since they didn't have the orange sweater, so really, I'm good on sweaters. But it was a nice thought!
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This post reminds me of the time KP bought me a pink UT Longhorns hoodie. Pink. My fave color is ORANGE. Longhorn color is burnt orange. He got me pink. Pink. I wanted a hoodie. Didn't have one. Got a pink one. It truly is the thought that counts. Just saying. ;)
It is the thought, Bren--gotta love our boys for trying, don't know many others who would even try. We're lucky! Misunderstood sometimes, but lucky. :) Have a snake-y Saturday!
In my defense, that Old Navy wasn't lit very well (it's the only Old Navy, incidentally, that I've ever seen in the back of a truck...) and it was in a really bad part of town and I was just in a hurry. And we were on our way to a funeral. And it was a Thursday.
So, there's that...
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