Proof That Sentamentality Isn't My Gift

After Big Daddy left on Thursday night, I went up to get ready for bed. Seeing his clothes on top of the hamper from before his shower earlier in the evening, I had a thought. How sweet would it be if I wore his shirt to bed and that way I'd feel closer to him on his first night away? I am such a sweet and devoted wife. I slipped it on and got into bed with my book feeling all mushy about my genius ideas. The more I sat there trying to read, the more I was distracted. Finally, I got up and changed into my own shirt. Would have been a great idea if he hadn't mowed the lawn right before his that shirt.