Swishy!

There's a frilly pink skirt in my closet, and I didn't put it there. Rob thought I could use some "fun" clothes, so I half-enthusiastically tried on some frou-frou skirts at the mall. (We had originally gone to buy new shoes for me, since the Chuck Taylors were not Starbucks dress-code approved after all... and we ended up shopping for, ahem, jewelry. But that's another story.) "Where the hell am I going to wear this thing?" I asked while swaying back and forth. Swaying back and forth makes it do this pretty swishy thing.

"To the dog park!" he said, but I thought of all the dogs there who like to make friends by placing muddy paws on your thighs and giving lick-kisses to your hands, which you then, invariably, wipe off on your pants. It would be a mess. So no dog park.*

Even though it looks nice, I'm not sure if I like it for ME, know what I mean? I was going to forget it, but he snuck away to the registers and bought it for me before I had a chance to stick it back on the rack. So it's in my closet, and I have no where to go with it on, and nothing to wear it with. Any ideas?
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*Stu, I've got great pictures of everyone from the dog park trip the five of us had; remind me to show you... I'm have problems uploading them onto my blog.