(Tell me why their stuffed animals and baby dolls can't play nice. They are always crying, deprived of happy endings. Such drama.)
So, Greg's company holiday party is next weekend and I have rotated all the dresses I own at previous occasions and even pilfered my sister's amazing wardrobe in the past so I needed to find a new get-up, pronto. Something sassy, but appropriate for a grown woman. (This is not the prom.) Something that doesn't shout: The PTA meeting is right this way.
And did I mention it needed to be flattering and not too pricey?
I rambled through the racks and ended up with a new pair of jeans that I love. Mission unaccomplished. I would be disappointed that I wasted a perfectly windy day at the mall, if it wasn't for the Jean Miracle.
The holy, holy Jean Miracle, right up there with Jesus pastries and weeping walls.
I knew there was a God.