No matter what the reason, my procrastination led me to a quick trip to Marshall's Sunday night. Not one of the three of us were interested in shopping, but the weather forced my hand. Unfortunately, that meant I wasn't mentally prepared for the challenge of battling Abigail's "new style". We got in and out with little arguing, but in retrospect, I probably should have put up more of an argument instead of just pulling out my debit card.

My daughter went to bed a 7-year-old last night, but this 17-year-old is who I dropped off at school today. Aagh!!!
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Those are the kind of shirts I've been looking for to go with my jeggings and boots!! Maybe I just need to call Abigail up for my fashion advice next time! :)
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