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.