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February 12, 2013

A Car is a Car

tee: target   dress & necklace: kohls   leggings: jcpenney  boots: dsw 

One thing that I know absolutely nothing about is cars. 

Ask me to identify a car and I can tell you if it is a truck, an SUV or a normal sized car.  Along with the color. And that is about as far as I go. 

The other day I stood outside a car that was not mine, wondering why my remote was not unlocking the car.  Grey car.  Normal size.  Thought it was mine. 

Turns out, not my car. 

But the worst case of car misidentification was when Chris dropped me off at Kohls one time and was waiting in the car.  I think it was raining a little, which helps my failure to pay attention to detail a little more excusable.  

But probably not a lot. 

I ran outside, opened the door of "my car," sat in the front seat and noticed a Burger King bag in the center.  While about to say "You really went to Burger King while I was in the store?" I looked up first and noticed a man that was not my husband.  

Awkward.  

"Oooooh.  You are not my husband.  Oops." 

Even more awkward was backing out of the front seat to see his wife waiting outside the car.  

Maybe I should at least pay attention to the details of my own cars. 


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July 11, 2012

It's OK

dress: target  shoes: payless

It's OK that this dress is most likely a beach cover-up but I wear it as a real dress.
It's OK that when I wore this on vacation in Mexico, 
I sat next to a woman in her 50's wearing the same dress.

 shirt: target  skirt: Old Navy


It's OK that I feel like I belong on the set of Little House on the Prairie in this skirt.
I can't decide if I should keep it. Be honest.
 A little too Laura Ingalls Wilder?

It's OK that I had a dream the other day that I had a meeting with my students' parents to wrap up the school year and at the end, one of them stood up and said that I was the best teacher in the world and then everyone clapped and cheered.
Wishful thinking.


It's OK that my toes currently look like this:



It's OK that I heard an Avril Lavigne song on the radio the other day and realized that was the first and one of the only CDs I've ever purchased.



It's OK that I was at the store Discovery the other day and the fact that you can't try on their clothes didn't stop me from trying to put a romper on under the dress I was wearing.
Flashing your underwear to an employee = NOT OK.