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My trip into the forbidden Men's Warehouse

Last Saturday, I was with Sammy's family picking a cake and afterward, they informed me that they needed to stop by Men's Warehouse. I was SO excited, not the reaction they were expecting. I don't know why, but I love looking at men's clothes!

There were so many cool socks, and ties, and bow ties, and shirts. I would have so much fun mixing and matching if I were a man. Plus, it reminded me of days driving to the temple and passing Men's Warehouse and all the boys in the car saying that woman were not allowed to know the secrets of the Men's Warehouse. Well boys, I have now been inside and know ALL your secrets.

I was at Men's Warehouse with Sammy and his dad helping Sammy look for a suit. I made it my mission to find suits under $300 that included pants that were slim fit and not black. I found three suits and yelled, "I Win!" every time I found one. When Sammy went to try on the suits, I sat outside the door singing I win I win I found the suit. They all turned out looking REALLY bad so, I did not win.

I accidentally ran straight to the prom suits. They were so colorful.

I felt so awesome that we weren't there to get a prom suit.

I have no idea what the difference between a suit and a tux is.

I had fun listening in on the men's secret conversations by the dressing rooms. One guy was getting married and said, "She's hot so I'm marrying her. We'll probably get divorced down the road but man, she's hot." The salesman then informed him that his dream girl lives in New York and is a model and he's known her for eight years and he'll wait for her because she's his dream girl.

I'm a little sad they didn't like the suits I found. Hahaha!


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  1. Rachel LloydApril 12, 2014 at 7:05 AM

    I was in our Mens Warehouse last Saturday too! I love all of the different ties and everything that they have. It is like a room of endless possibilities. haha

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