love a man in argyle

Shopping is Jeff's least favorite thing. Ever. I think he'd rather scrub the toilet with his toothbrush than go shopping with me. {Ok, perhaps that's a slight exaggeration.} So I knew yesterday would be a difficult day when I mandated that it was the absolute latest possible day for him to find his new black suit for Heather's wedding. We've known for a month now that he needed to purchase a suit for the wedding next weekend, but somehow it got pushed to the back burner. To make a long story short, after searching at the obvious places {Men's Warehouse, Macy's, Target???}, he found a killer steal at none other than JCPenney! I'm so proud. We found him a decent $450 suit that was 50% off plus mismatched with the wrong sized pants. Waist size 57, no problem. We scoured the clearance rack to find the matching pants in his size and got them for just $20!! Let me tell you, it's a mighty handsome suit that he loves. Of course, on our way out of the store he asked, "So with all the money I saved us, do you think I could buy some movies?" :) Love that boy. And now for the icing on my cake: Yesterday, I also kindly hinted at getting *this* a-dorable argyle sweater. He actually liked it, tried it on, and talked about wearing it. I just never thought this day would come. After years of worn-out Batman and Anti-Terrorist Task Force tees, I finally have a well-dressed husband!