I Have A Confession
Ladies we all know that old, worn out, stained shirt in your husbands closet that you throw away and he digs out of the trash because it is his “favorite shirt”.
Turns out, I am guilty of the same thing. I was folding laundry last night and I noticed that I still have a pair of shorts from 7 years ago. They are missing a button, faded, wrinkly and are pretty terriable looking. As I folded them I reminded myself to never wear these in public and to never get rid of them because I love them just the same as my husbands loves his old, stained beer shirt. I wish it was shocking that I am no better than my husband, but its not.