We are leaving on our trip this coming weekend, and I just realized that I don't have any clothes to wear.
"How is that possible?" asked Kurt.
"None of those clothes fit right anymore. And you're supposed to dress nicely on a cruise."
"Ok. Um, I guess you'll have to go buy some new outfits."
He hasn't learned how to say no to me yet.
Should I feel guilty? Or should I milk it? Cause I'm leaning towards the second option.....