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.
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!