Okay sorors and friends, why does my man have an allergy to holding my purse in public? He told me when we first got serious that he wasn't going to be a "purse carrier," but I'm like, bruh, if you want me to put your keys, pager, wallet, AND Palm Pilot in this bad boy, then you're carrying this damn purse when we're shopping!
Okay, good man story:
On my first day at my new job, my husband got up, pressed my blouse, laid out my outfit, cooked some pancakes and turkey sausage, served it to me on a lovely plate (with a napkin), prayed with me, and packed me some fruit and other snacks before sending me off into the world! My momma wasn't THAT good when I was little! Then, later that week, we bought me several work pieces, without my help, at the Elisabeth store in Water Tower. And I loved all of them (and they fit! AND they were one size smaller than what I usually wear-sista been working out and hubby noticed).
*Sigh* I think my hubby is THE MAN!
DG
Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority, Inc.
SP90
[This message has been edited by Discogoddess (edited July 25, 2000).]
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