Conversation with hubby from 2 weeks ago.
"That's cute" he says while pointing in the window of New York & Company.
This coming from hubs who hates shopping and couldn't buy himself a shirt if he only had two to choose from.
"Sure it's cute, just like babies, kittens and miniature whatevers."
"What does that stuff have to do with clothes?"
"Everything small, is cute. Notice the size of those Mannequins? They make Natasha look fat and she's barely 25 pounds."
"You're exaggerating. Again. V, you need clothes. Nice clothes. Our kids always look good. I always look good. You're buying our clothes, dressing us, but not you."
I turn on him "Are you saying I look bad?" I know I do, but at that point I was willing to pick a fight just to stop that conversation.
By this time, we're facing off, on the sidewalk, in front of Macys, while happy, skinny women with loads of shopping bags pass by us. I want loads of shopping bags too. Bags filled with clothes for no one but me.
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