Hubby and I are cleaning out clothes to give to Goodwill and I decide its time to part with my Little Miss Virginia dress, previously featured in this blog post. I say something about something to which he responds:
So, you mean you didn’t win?
The contest? No, I didn’t win.
Oh, I thought you won [pause] Well, I mean, did you… ommm… like, I mean….
Was I a finalist?
Yes, were you a finalist?
No, I was not a finalist.
[Blurt] Well, did you beat anyone?
It’s not Survivor, dude, they don’t kick you off one at a time.
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