Yesterday, after a full eight hours cashiering, I returned home to find der Brucer lounging on the couch. I had thought we were going shopping for clothes, so that I can appear in my stunning best when we head up to Philly on Saturday - it's his high school reunion, and I get to be his trophy spouse!
I knew I needed pants, but he wasn't going to budge until I proved that my old suit slacks were too tight.
Yep, they were too tight.
So off we went to the outlet stores (one of the other things Rehoboth is known for, besides being a beach resort town), to find me some new pants. Fortunately, Haggar has a store there, and they had their regular sale, two pairs for $40 (saving about ten bucks, and Delaware has no sales tax), so I got a black pair and an off-white pair, both of which I can also wear to work.
Der B, meanwhile, decided he couldn't resist getting a new pair of jeans.
Guess what. The size he's been wearing? Didn't fit.
Der B was chagrinned. I just told the salesman "I guess I've been feeding us right," and he laughed and laughed.
Today, we get haircuts. We will be stunning at that reunion, absolutely stunning!