E took off a half a day so we could go suit shopping. We started off by having lunch at one of our favorite restaurants–and running into Kurt, his dad and sister! Cool Beans! Tennisfiend chose a yummy sandwich as I agonized over which salad would be more South Beach. I sure hope it works better than Atkins.
After hugs and handshakes with Brotherkurt, we took off to the mall. At Dillard’s, we found only one suit that fit well. We raced over to the Men’s Wearhouse where we were greeted by a short , young fellow with Zoolander hair. When did this come into style?! I am such an out of touch old fart. Anyway, they had 10,000 suits all crammed together and not a one was a proper fit. Back to Dillard’s and our happy-to-see-you-again salesperson.
Tennisfiend received a shock when he was measured for alterations–one of his arms is slightly longer than the other! Turns out that this is a common occurrence. Who knew? I received a shock when I realized that two hours without seeing my baby made me miss him terribly. All the way home we talked about him. How will I ever cope in California?!