"... But do you have anything to send me?"

I truly miss my friends and former co workers from AG Jeans.

My former boss, Dan, talks to me more than my father does. And my father calls me every time one of his cats does some remarkable achievement like set his mouse toys in a row. Both always ask to video chat on the iPhone. Both ask me when I'm planning to visit.

This is lately my afternoon phone conversations:

"... But I'm at work right now so I'll call you when I'm walking out... Oh wait! Do you have anything that might fit me that I can wear to work?"

"We have velvet leggings in a grey, chocolate, teal, plum and black..."

"Send me the teal and chocolate! Any cashmere sweaters or tops to go with it? I SAW A PONCHO ON THE WEBSITE IN CASHMERE!"

I can't wait to try on the chocolate and teal Legging five pocket pants.

I think the brown velvet skinnies will look inclement-weather fabulous tucked into my color-blocked Tory Burch rain boots!

And there's no AG store in IL... It's like I advised the woman that approached me about my over the knee Stuart Weitzman stretch boots on the El earlier today, if you can order it from out of state. Downtown Chicago sales tax is like 11%! I'm from Tennessee... It's against every fiber of my being to pay taxes like that. Isn't it my constitutional right as a lady to keep myself looking good?