(in the middle of cleaning out the garage I discover I must run to Wal-Mart, I run inside to get my purse)
Me: Want to go with me?
M: Where are you going?
Me: Wal-Mart
M: Are you going dressed like that?
(looks down at baggy jeans and oversized Seahawks teeshirt)
Me: Yes.
M: Then no way.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
What are you trying to say?
Labels: conversations, momming, teenagers, Thystleness, vanity
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7 little kittens say Meow:
I am the opposite. The honey is the one who decides it is time to go to walmart when I look like I rolled in the yard. I tell him I have got to change and at least brush my hair and he tells me not to worry about it.
It is like he has radar for when I look the worst I could possibly look. I hate it lol
That's hilarious... I think Baylee might turn out like at her age! It's good that I can do it now!
Hugs - Tiff
THIS is why she's worried.
That's exactly how I go to Walmart and hey - if it keeps people from wanting to go with me awesome! That means I don'thave to buy anything for anyone.
-acheetonamedlarry.com
yep, it's the same Cheeto. I'm glad I found you. I had to dig through some old comments on the old cheeto site to find you!
she with the burgandy hair doesn't want to go to Wal-Mart with you dressed like that?! I think that's a pot & kettle conversation don't you?!
Umm - Has M BEEN to WalMart? You would stick out like a sore thumb in any other garb. Or if you combed your hair. Or if you believed in - or could spell - evolution.
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