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Carrie is a professional level shoppper. On occassion, I'm forced to tag along from store to store and watch her go from rack to rack and sometimes she tries things on. This photo shows me in the dressing room trying to think of something to say that will dissuade her from actually making a purchase, but, at the same time, not pissing her off. It's a delicate process wrought with peril. One wrong word, and I'm in the doghouse. She asks if I like pink or green better. I say pink. She bought green. I give up.