Ken Doll

This year for Valentine's Day, Rex gave me the gift I've been wanting for literally years:

(No, not a pug puppy.  I WISH!)

He let me make him my ken doll.

I feel like the implications of this statement are obvious, but in case you didn't catch my meaning: Rex agreed to go shopping with me and let me pick out ALL OF HIS CLOTHES.  What's more, he agreed to BUY THEM.  Now when we go on a fancy date, he will have something presentable to wear!  I'm so happy I could click my heels!

We had a blast at the mall yesterday.  When we walked into Express, the look on the tuxedo-wearing worker's face was priceless.  I don't think they see a lot of flannel and Carhartt in that store.  I was momentarily concerned that we might get kicked out.  We shopped at Express, Macy's, JC Penny...all the stores that don't frequently see men who work at Gander Mountain.  Seriously, though - Rex and I haven't laughed so hard in a really long time.  I laughed when I made him try on a pink pinstriped shirt.  He laughed when I made him try on a Michael Kors jacket, because he is so "not a Michael Kors kind of guy." (truth).  We both laughed when he tried on a thin(ish) black coat and he said, "Christine!  I CANNOT wear this!  This looks like a trash bag.  Do you want people to think you are married to a HOBO?!  Like we're going to leave dinner and then head back to our COZY CARDBOARD BOX?!"

Extreme Rex makeover = best date in a long time.  Also, because I know my couponing friends will appreciate this, we got over $450 worth of clothes for a total of $152.  I was quite proud of that. $152 sounds like a lot, yes, but that's what Rex usually spends on me for Valentine's Day anyway (I know, I'm spoiled), and this was a very, VERY satisfactory Valentine's Day gift.

Here's the before photo (please click on it so you can adequately appreciate his facial expression):

Here's the after:  (I could only get him to model one outfit for you)

Oooh la la!  I may or may not have kissed him in the middle of Macy's because he just looked THAT GOOD.  We still had to sit on his camouflage seat covers and sing country music on the way home, though.  I can take the man out of the Carhartt, but I can't take the Carhartt out of the man.  That's okay.  Honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way.  Especially now that we can fool people into thinking he's fashionable every once in a while.

Happy Valentine's Day!

P.S. Next year's target:  THE BEARD.