I was face-timing C (as we tend to do nowadays being long distance and such), and I held up my new jacket so he could see it. “Oh.” Just “Oh,” he says. And then I laugh. Because he proceeds to ask if I want him to get me a Harley-Davidson jacket. He doesn’t get the leather trend apparently.
So I remind him where all his fashion sense has come from, and he pretends that I learned all I know from him. And then I’m busy being sassy making all my first and second and third of alls. Running out of breath from defending my unimportant style knowledge, when I realize he’s just sitting there smiling. Happily listening to my court-case. And then I love him all over again. And the rest is just mushy and yada yada etc.
Also, just to be sure you guys. I said no. To the Harley-Davidson jacket. Not unless it is void of any Harleys or any Davidsons or any variations of those names. Don’t worry.
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