Today, I'm participating in Karen's meme Flashback Fridays. I think it's fun to revisit old posts, and this one is in honor of Father's Day, which is fast approaching.
My husband and I tend to take a "less is more" approach when it comes to holidays.
Father's Day was pretty easy, breezy this year. We made plans to spend the day with Dustin's side of the family who live two hours away from us. On Sunday morning we woke up early, got ready and then hit the road. Before we left, though, I gave Dustin his present. It actually ended up being a two-for-one because I ended up getting somewhat of a gift too.
I bought Dustin 'Fierce' from Abercrombie & Fitch;. It is an awesome cologne that, I swear, The Gateway (an outdoor mall near our house) pumps through the vents so it can be smelled all throughout the greater Salt Lake area. It seriously haunts me every time I am shopping. I tried my best to resist the temptation to buy it. I really did. But, eventually, it's awesomeness won, even at the risk of losing my hearing (it's so loud in A&F, seriously!) which means it's that good of a cologne.
Dustin loved it, and now he and our house smell so wonderful. It's like heaven in here!
But, wait, it gets better. When I left the store carrying my first ever A&F purchase, I walked out of the store with this bag. It was WAY too big for my little cologne box, but it had cloth handles which made it both cool and ridiculous. Cool in that how often do you get bags with cloth handles, and ridiculous because, hello, cloth handles? What a waste of money!
No, the best part is not the handles. It's the bag itself. I mean, seriously, how often does a bag with this type of picture on it come along? Forget that this is a bag from a clothing store and the picture is of a half-naked man modeling a swimsuit that isn't really even on his body, begging the question, "Does A&F really even like their clothes? They don't advertise people wearing their them."
Just forget all that nonsense. Sometimes we all just think and analyze too much. Just look at the bag. The bag, in all it's glory.
Ya, the bag was my present.
P.S. Dustin, I love you so much. And one of the reasons why I love you so much is because you can appreciate the humor in this post. :)