I turned an ugly pair of pig farmer boots (ok, maybe not pig farmer boots. The receipt listed them as "motorcycle boots". Cringe.) into a Vera Bradley purse! Now THAT, my friends, is the magic of Christmas.... and of having husband smart enough to put the receipt in the box when he buys a completely hideous Christmas gift.
And for those who will take his side (because everyone always does), he'll live it down eventually... just not today. You don't buy your wife something called "motorcycle boots" and expect that to go away in a day.
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