What’s a Girl to Think?

Mike went to South Carolina and all he brought me back was this Piggly Wiggly t-shirt. This puts a new dimension on the “grandma went to Florida and all I got was this t-shirt” theme. Then the other day, he ordered me a pair of custom-made jeans because the ones I usually wear make me look “larger.” Larger than what is what I want to know.
It’s a good thing I love my husband! How many wives wouldn’t be calling the divorce laywer by now? Hey, I’m getting jeans out of the deal, custom-fitting ones too! The man spent an hour on Saturday with a measuring tape and dealing with my indecision regarding boot cut vs. straight. Then once he input the entire order, complete with nine different precise measurements entered, I screamed, “WAIT! Do they have stretch? They HAVE to be stretch jeans!”
“Start over,” with an intense glare.
Payback for Piggly Wiggly. Revenge is sweet.