I came home from Curves tonight to find The Boy In The Wedding Suit hanging out in the basement. So cute how he just LIVES in this. We discovered that the stitched pockets are not pockets after all. There is an inside breast pocket, though. So all is not lost.
Here's a poem for ya, inspired by one of our Saturday errands -
Sam's Club Haiku
Tall shelves fill warehouse
space. Oh the humanity!
Help me leave this place.
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