These are perhaps the scariest four words ever for Joey to receive via text message when he knows I am at the Gap.  Especially when he knows I went to look for something for him.

We had a buy one i-tem, get a second i-tem (anything in the store of equal or lesser value) for free.  Also I had a rewards coupon for bucks off.  So the plan was: something for him, something for me.

I found a cute purple shirt for me, but the problem was Joey.

He likes to stay in his comfortable clothing rut, which I completely understand.  I do the same thing.  It’s just so much easier to buy him something I know he won’t like at first but will eventually wear all the time. (Like the down puffer vest from last Christmas, and the black chambray shirt with the pearlized buttons from this year.)

This time?

I found a blue and gray argyle cardigan.

It was pretty much Mr. Rogers all over the place.

And, with all my discounts, it was going to be $15.00.

I had to get it.

So I sent Joey a text that I was at the Gap.  And…did he trust me?

The response I received from Joey was feeble at best.  He wanted a picture.  So I sent him one.  His response to the picture was that um, maybe he could think about it?  But don’t take the tags off once I got home.

He had youth group last night, and Analie and I were staying home until we decided to go sit with my friend (and Analie’s future friend) at the hospital because her husband was getting surgeried.  Joey wound up getting home just a few minutes before we did, and when we arrived, we found him wearing his new sweater over a brick-red t-shirt.  It didn’t coordinate at all.

“I’m not sure about this,” he said.

“We’ll make it work,” I told him.  ”I promise you, it’ll be cool.  You just have to wear it with a different shirt.”

I don’t think he’s wearing his new sweater today, but my goal is to make him wear it on Sunday.  With the tags off.

SOMEDAY, SOMEDAY, SUNDAY!!!