A Model Wife

I went clothes shopping for myself yesterday. This is a very rare occurrence in my life. I still have a shirt that I was given as a hand-me-down in the eighth grade. I still wear it, 18 years later.

When I came home I showed Jesse my purchases.

JESSE: Well, you certainly seem to like a certain style, don’t you.

ME: What do you mean? These shirts are completely different!

JESSE: *snort* If you say so.

So today, as I’m lounging with Karis on the couch, I notice Jesse thumbing through a Victoria’s Secret catalog. He comes over to me and hands me the catalog.

JESSE: Here. I took the liberty of starring the outfits I think look good, to give you an idea of what I think you should be wearing.

I flip through the pages and take note of the outfits draped across the super models. I smile wryly at the 6 ft tall buxom beauties wearing their business casual outfits with just a hint of slut.

ME: Uh… You realize that I wouldn’t look like that in those clothes, right?

JESSE: What do you mean?

ME: I’m not a 6 ft tall super model, and last time I checked, buying clothes from Victoria’s Secret doesn’t automatically increase your bust size.

JESSE: Well it should dammit. *waiving an angry fist to the heavens*  Curse you Victoria!

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  1. Dad

    Your mom keeps throwing away my Victoria Secret catalogs. It’s ok though. I never have been able to find a bustier to fit my beer belly.


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