This is just the sort of classy ensemble my husband will point out in a store window. Or worse, on a live human. "Wow, what a hot dress!" he'll say. "You should wear something like that!"
Last week, we were in Vegas all of two hours before it happened. Ian spies a super slutty dress in a store window, and is mesmerized.
"Wow, what a hot dress," he says. "You should get it!"
Sure, it's flattering Ian thinks I can pull off a dress like that. But I can't. (And shouldn't.) Besides, I already dress up like a slut one day out of the year...it's called HALLOWEEN.
And it's not like I'm a nun! I've been known to rock some pretty short skirts. And back when I had nice boobs, before Marley sucked the life out of them, I was always showing off my cleavage.
Back to the dress.
"Um, that's a little skimpy," I reply.
"But we're in Vegas," he protests. It's true. We are in Vegas. But we are on a family vacation in Vegas. I am pushing my child in a stroller, for Chrissake!
"That dress is ugly," I say.
Anyone else out there have a husband who wants them to dress like a stripper in broad daylight? Please tell me I'm not the only one!