Yall are killing me with your comments on this post.  No, I do not have the skirt.  But it was cute.  Really.  I know you don’t believe me, but it was.  I was shocked to find out later that it reminded him of a tablecloth.  In fact, I’m pretty sure we fought about that . . .

Any-whoooo.  Shortly after we met I decided it was time to shed those freshman fifteen (or twenty) that were lingering well into my senior year of college, so I joined Jenny Craig.  That skirt got tossed out when I started shrinking.  Anyone who has been reading my blog for long (or knows me in real life) knows that I don’t keep anything I’m not using around for long, so it didn’t stand a chance.