Mr. Right was totally checking me out today. I noticed the admiring glances, giving extra little turns for his viewing pleasure.
“Sha, you look really good. I think you’re beautiful.”
That man can melt my heart faster than butter melts in the microwave on high.
S: I’m so glad that you like. I did it just for you in hopes that I can tempt you into something later tonight. (*ahem*)
Mr. R: Oh, don’t worry. It’s working.
S: So… do you like the jeans?
Mr. R: Oh yeah. They look great on you. Very slimming, very form-fitting, very attractive.
S: Well, just so you know, they’re your daughter’s. I can officially wear your daughter’s clothes now.
Suddenly my wardrobe has doubled, and I can look youthful, fun and sexy (at least to my husband) again.
Maybe The Girl growing up isn’t such a bad thing after all…
(When I was getting some hot chocolate at work this morning, my friend Kathleen walked in, stopped and said, “Girlfriend, those are some cute jeans. You look awesome!” Hmmm… maybe it’s not just Mr. Right after all.)