The hooker coat

So today I was in the laundry room unloading the dryer. Michael came up behind me and was looking at the tag in my jeans. He said so you wear a size 8 huh...I said don't buy me any jeans, you know I'm picky about my jeans... (only because most of them don't fit right and the man has been bugging me about what I want for my birthday) He proceeds to say " uh yeah, I remember how picky you are." But the way he said it was kind of smug and he had this little smirk on his face as he walked off. So immediately I knew what he was referring to. One Christmas years ago he actually went out and bought me a gift that wasn't a vacuum or a frying pan, something just for me. It was a coat. It is the only gift I have ever returned and he has NEVER let me forget it either. It comes up at least twice a year. This wasn't just any coat, and I tried to spare his feelings when I told him that I was going to be taking it back..but here we are six or seven years later and I'm blogging about it. I thought that I had a picture of it but I'm pretty sure it was comparable to this pic. except the some of the tassels were laced through the leather and there was all kinds of hideous animal fur on the collar and inside of the sleeves. :) Michael really didn't understand why I would ever want to return it..and I did feel bad about it BUT there was no way I would ever be caught dead in it. Still he continued to press me to see what was wrong with the coat and he never could quite understand my reasoning until finally I blurted out that a Hooker probably wouldn't wear that coat! So now, six years later I am still being punished...