The Friday before Easter, Ken took us shopping. I was not looking for anything, we were mainly going for the boys. But he offered to buy me a new dress. I agreed and started looking. I found several dresses I liked, but none that just “spoke” to me. Ken actually found a dress that I fell in love with….it was me. Perfectly me. I took it, and several others to try on and this dress was the most perfect one for my figure.
We paid for it and left..did some other shopping, and even went back to this store to get some other things. When we got home, I tried on the dress for Ken…I ran into my closet to get a pair of shoes I thought would be perfect…and heard a thunk. Yeah….the ink tag was still on the dress.
We live 45 minutes from the store. Not good considering we had a full day planned for Saturday. Ken offered for me to go shopping in town Saturday morning. I found something, but nothing compared to my dress.
The next weekend we took the dress back to the store and had the tag removed.