Saturday, September 24, 2011

Oh my gosh, you guys.

This last weekend when I was at 'Grandma Sleep-Over' we went shopping :)
and she bought me some boots. I am IN LOVE WITH THEM.

So. Fast-forward to work, I'm wearing a cute little tunic (I know, I sound so hippy-ish huh?) with leggings and my cute new boots.

PS. When I first got this tunic my sister said it looked like I was wearing the Thanksgiving table's tablecloth... (I like it. It's one of my earthy outfits ;)

So I am strutting around Wal-Mart at my lunch break looking for a laundry hamper feeling pretty darn cute in my new boots (strutting around Wal-Mart? hehe just picture me :). No luck with the hamper so I take my 10 yogurts (they were on sale!!!) and my SmartWater to the 10 ITEMS OR LESS CHECKSTAND.

I can feel my heart start beating a lil bit faster and I feel the sweat coming on. I am a goody-two-shoes. I HATE breaking the rules. So, I am SO nervous that they are gonna call me out in front of everyone for having 11 items in the 10 item line. Why I didn't move to the regular line? Umm... I had to be back to work in 8 minutes :) (so maybe I am not THAT scared of breaking the rules?)

I am getting flustered as I stack my items on the conveyer belt thing. All of a sudden... I am being PULLED towards the cash register.

Back-up. This little blousey tunic thing has two REALLLLLLY long strings coming from the v-neck. Like long. Like down to my knees.

You guys. ONE OF THEM GOT STUCK IN THE CONVEYER BELT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Like imagine your headphone cord getting stuck in the treadmill wheel thing.

Umm.. Same sitatuion, but WORSE. I was like almost facefirst into the checker-lady when she finally pushed the stop button :)

She opens up some little trap door thing and untangles me.

I would have preferred I got called out on the loudspeaker in the Super WalMart for having 11 items in the express lane. First and Last Name. Address maybe even. They could eveeennn say my weight :)

I have never been so mortified.

God knows when to humble us, huh?
I doubt anyone was looking at my cute new boots when I was leaving that store. More like my bright red face :)

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Saturday, September 24, 2011

Oh my gosh, you guys.

This last weekend when I was at 'Grandma Sleep-Over' we went shopping :)
and she bought me some boots. I am IN LOVE WITH THEM.

So. Fast-forward to work, I'm wearing a cute little tunic (I know, I sound so hippy-ish huh?) with leggings and my cute new boots.

PS. When I first got this tunic my sister said it looked like I was wearing the Thanksgiving table's tablecloth... (I like it. It's one of my earthy outfits ;)

So I am strutting around Wal-Mart at my lunch break looking for a laundry hamper feeling pretty darn cute in my new boots (strutting around Wal-Mart? hehe just picture me :). No luck with the hamper so I take my 10 yogurts (they were on sale!!!) and my SmartWater to the 10 ITEMS OR LESS CHECKSTAND.

I can feel my heart start beating a lil bit faster and I feel the sweat coming on. I am a goody-two-shoes. I HATE breaking the rules. So, I am SO nervous that they are gonna call me out in front of everyone for having 11 items in the 10 item line. Why I didn't move to the regular line? Umm... I had to be back to work in 8 minutes :) (so maybe I am not THAT scared of breaking the rules?)

I am getting flustered as I stack my items on the conveyer belt thing. All of a sudden... I am being PULLED towards the cash register.

Back-up. This little blousey tunic thing has two REALLLLLLY long strings coming from the v-neck. Like long. Like down to my knees.

You guys. ONE OF THEM GOT STUCK IN THE CONVEYER BELT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Like imagine your headphone cord getting stuck in the treadmill wheel thing.

Umm.. Same sitatuion, but WORSE. I was like almost facefirst into the checker-lady when she finally pushed the stop button :)

She opens up some little trap door thing and untangles me.

I would have preferred I got called out on the loudspeaker in the Super WalMart for having 11 items in the express lane. First and Last Name. Address maybe even. They could eveeennn say my weight :)

I have never been so mortified.

God knows when to humble us, huh?
I doubt anyone was looking at my cute new boots when I was leaving that store. More like my bright red face :)

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