Dude.

Tom and Logan were playing football in the backyard when I got home from Mass Sunday night. Tom walked in as I was putting my purse away and said,

"I've been thinking about the suit you're wearing to your interview tomorrow.

Why don't you go with your tailored white blouse and silver jewelry instead?"

Oh. My. Goodness. Exactly when did my husband completely morph into Tim Gunn's bff? It's really starting to freak me out. If you haven't read about my straight guy's queer eye, check out these posts.

He's actually been spot-on with his fashion advice. This, from the man who still has his 1980's Izods and Members Only jacket. Not that I let him wear that jacket. Or those shirts. But still.

The really cool thing is that Tom looked in my closet and realized that when I say I have nothing to wear, it is the sad, sorry truth. This is due in large part to the fact that I bagged up every item that I hate, never wear or is too big or too small. They are now at Goodwill. And my closet? She is bare.

I'm going shopping next week with Tom's blessing and some cold, hard cash. So that worked out pretty well for me.

You know what else worked out for me? Using my trusty glue gun to hem my pants for my interview. I told Sister Big that if our mother was dead she would turn over in her grave if she saw me doing such a thing. I guess I was wrong though, because I confessed and my mom just laughed and asked why I didn't use seamstress tape instead. I didn't know there was such a thing.

And the interview Monday? Was phenomenal. Thank you for you prayers and thoughts. I will know more next week. This week? It's gonna be a long one. (And the question marks in this post? They are abundant.)

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