My husband, bless his dear wee soul, is convinced that his beloved wife is a dear, wee soul.
Emphasis on the wee.
Let me explain by saying that my husband often buys clothes for me. He has great taste and has picked out some really cool clothes. Clothes that I love. Stylish clothes.
Small clothes.
One of the reasons I love my husband is that he can walk into a clothing store, see a cutting-edge outfit designed for an emaciated Eastern European model and displayed on a size zero mannequin and think, without a sober second thought, My wife would really rock that outfit.
Sigh.
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