My husband is a brave man.
Well, it's either that or he's just plain silly. Or both. I'll let you decide.
Until recently, Kelly and I didn't have a dresser in our bedroom. Instead, we've been using some wire shelving in our walk-in closet as a place to store all of our clothing. This was a big pain since clothes were spilling out and piled everywhere. Finally, after some thorough hunting on the ever-lovely Craigslist, I was able to acquire a dresser for the nice sum total of $30. It's nothing fancy, but it's big enough for almost all of my clothes. While sorting through my clothes to put into the dresser, I immediately formed a "keep" pile and a "toss" pile. I found many articles of clothing that I wouldn't be caught DEAD in outside the house. They were either waaay to small, or, um, lacked a certain finesse. Like this lovely number, for instance:
Oh, it still fits me (and then some), and it's even kinda comfortable. But WHY on EARTH would I wear this shirt out in public, for all to see? I was gifted this beautimous item during my last employment (a Sprint PCS call center) while I was about 8 months pregnant with Tyler. I think I wore it to work a few times, but only because other people were also wearing their beautiful read Sprint shirts. I mean, it's okay to look like a dork while everyone else does, too. ANYway, as I sorted through my clothing, deciding what to keep and what to toss, I immediately chucked this shirt in the "toss" pile.
A few days later, Kelly was curious to see all the clothing I deemed as "unwearable". Some items he agreed with, some he did not. This shirt was an item he did not agree with me getting rid of. (Why?? I still don't know) So I struck a deal with him, thinking I was in the free and clear. I told him that if he would wear this shirt to work the next day, I would keep it. Easy as pie, right?? Well I thought so until I saw him putting it on the next morning. Sure enough, he wore it to work. Not only THAT, but he also went into a few stores that day as well. He got all sorts of comments from his co-workers, such as "that's a REALLY nice shirt" or "what's with the shirt?" (to which he only replied that he was earning brownie points). A lady at Winco even laughed after reading it.
Kelly is now officially MY certified customer satisfaction specialist. Needless to say, I still have the shirt. 