My wardrobe consultant, hired by my husband, also known as my sister Tiffany, was on hand to monitor what "treasures" I simply could not get rid of. Although she did her best, I still managed to sneak a few things through. Which my husband then found and teased me relentlessly about when I got home.
I believe his exact words were, "I'm calling Krissie to get mad at her! I've never SEEN so many sweats!" (Krissie is what my dad calls my mom when he is frustrated). But come on- my old sleeping bag with arm and leg holes... That is a classic!
He thought a belt would style it up a bit... I don't think it worked.
We missed you while we were in CA daddy! It was good to come home and play with you!
5 comments:
So funny.
HILARIOUS!!! That boy is so funny!
lol. thats all i have to say. lol.
Okay, the line about the sweats is hilarious because that is all Lane wore for years!!!! It was due to her wearing sweats everywhere that mom made us start "dressing for dinner". No jeans, t-shirts or sweats to Sunday dinner.
That was totally Lani's fault!
Love you Lani, Hawk and Hootie!
Yeah, I remember that thing of beauty. I think I even borrowed it one night and then had it at my house for a few. HELLO! IT'S A DREAM, and they don't sell those things but once every millenium! Keep it. Love it. The sleeping bag pajama.
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