Getting pictures taken tonight for the new directory at church. I ask Angie what shirt to wear, she says a red one.
I pick one out then she says it clashes with what she was going to wear, ok, so I pick out a blue one.
Then she says..."No-no, I am so done with that shirt"...huh?
She is "done" with MY shirt? What's that all about?
About the time I said I was so done with her clothes I'd be on dinner duty all week!