You see, my whole life, I have been a bargain shopper. I love digging right down to the bottom of the bin and finding the bits that have been overlooked by the other customers. In much the same way that I rock a pair of grenadine-colored wide-leg corduroys, I can totally pull off an overweight genius-slacker. Artistic short guy with a Napoleon complex? I think I’ve still got one of those in the back of my wardrobe. Sexy foreign serial cheater? I do believe I had a matched set at one time. I suppose I thought it made me interesting to demonstrate that I had an eye for a diamond in the rough. But, most of these guys turned out to be jerks rather than gems. Relationships were a lot of hard work. I was on a bit of a break from tromping the outlets when I discovered what life really had in store.
My husband, Big Daddy, is the kind of goods you see in the window of Bergdorf Goodman: Top of the line. Even though I wasn’t in the market to buy, I thought I’d try him on. It’s no surprise he fit like a dream and made me look great. With him, I appear younger and more expensive. No wonder I had to have him. The shocker was the cost: I got him for a song. “Georgia On My Mind,” to be precise. He says it was the night that I sang that one in the Dining Room of the Silversea Cruises Silver Shadow, that he got the idea that I was interesting. So, at least he thinks so… even if I look like a sell-out to the rest of the world. I hope no self-respecting flea-market fashionista would truly blame me for taking home such a prize.
Now that I think of it, he did turn out to be a “Buy One Get One Free,” sort of a deal. I bought the husband. I had no idea he would be such a great father. Gotta love scoring a “Two-fer!”
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