So yesterday I dropped some stuff off at Goodwill. It was a bit chilly so I was wearing a sweatshirt. The sweatshirt was from a family trip to Long Beach Island a few years ago. We had come across a store that sold matching sweatshirts in sizes for Mr. Jenners, me and the Little One. Being complete dorks, we all bought matching sweatshirts.
My Sweatshirt and The Little One's Sweatshirt.
But Where Oh Where Is Mr. Jenners's Sweatshirt?
Well, after we got home, Mr. Jenners decided he didn't like how his sweatshirt fit so he refused to wear it. So I donated it to Goodwill, but I kept mine and the Little One kept his. (Are you starting to see where this is going?)
So yesterday, I'm dropping off stuff at Goodwill and wearing my Long Beach Island sweatshirt. And guess who is wearing a matching Long Beach Island sweatshirt? The Goodwill guy!!!
Can you say awkward?
Though in retrospect, I'm not sure if it was awkward for me or for him. It didn't seem to faze him. But I felt funny about it ... like we were a couple or something. The Goodwill guy kind of looks like Michael Moore but with worse teeth. So I guess if I ever leave Mr. Jenners, the "new" Mr. Jenners might look something like this:
The New Mr. Jenners?
We Do Have Matching Sweatshirts!
Has this type of thing ever happened to you? Do tell!
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