A few days ago I wore an outfit my kids hated.
And guess what? I loved it.
I channeled my inner 80s workout.
And guess what?
Everyone loved it.
I was shopping for some things the other day and had some large items in my cart. Wheni went down an aisle I realized there were many glass items and knowing the klutz I am I retreated back as to not break them.
In the process I shattered 15 glass picture frames.
If you ever want attention here you go.
I was mortified.
I immediately got down to count what I had broken so I could pay for what I had broken.
And something magical happened.
As I was staring down at what I had done three men came out of nonewhere to help me.
I immediately started handing them frames not even bothering to look up in my shame, until after it was all over I realized not one man worked there.
They were customers.
And then the workers at the store started blaming the display for the accident, not me.
I am pretty sure I may have been abducted and just didn't know it.
Then after that and profuse apologies I decided to try my hand at the grocery store.
Upon walking in a woman stared and me and screamed, ooo girl you are sexy!
It wasn't even 10am.
It was the outfit.
I swear.
That's my story and I am sticking to it.
Xoxo,
C.
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