Wednesday, May 09, 2007
When To Pay Attention
Phil typically doesn’t pick out my clothes. In truth, he doesn’t pay much attention unless the neckline plunges down below a certain point. So when he saw this ad in Target this week, I paid attention.
Not only did he stop and tell me about it, but he held it up for me to see.
He said, “This dress is pretty.” I agreed. Then I came closer to look at it.
I just had to ask “Are you sure it is the dress and not just chick in the photo?”
“Well, it wouldn’t hurt if you stood like that in it,” he grinned. I made a mental note.
To reward both of us for being so darn cute with each other, I went and bought every color they had. Now I have 4 of them and I am quite often finding myself standing like that just to feel sassy. Phil is pretty happy, too.
