We just got home from picking up the husband's new suit. It's a dang fine suit, perfect for the company Christmas party next month. In a little bit, I'm going to force him to model it for me. We'll have a mini fashion show so we can see if he needs a new tie or shit to go with this fabulous new suit. I'm starting to feel like the most Evil Wife Ever. Of course, this just makes me want to cackle.