Then my husband took the sweater, held it up, and said,
“Wow, this will look amazing on the dog.”
The entire room burst into laughter—except for my mother-in-law, who turned a shade of red I’d never seen before.
He draped the sweater over our chihuahua, who strutted around proudly like it was a runway show. I couldn’t help but laugh, and just like that, the humiliation I felt melted into sweet, unexpected vindication.
He looked at me, smiled, and added,
“You’re perfect the way you are. No sweater can improve that.”
Best gift ever.
