Thursday, September 10, 2009

What are you trying to say?

(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.

7 little kittens say Meow:

Jody said...

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

Baylee and Blair's page said...

That's hilarious... I think Baylee might turn out like at her age! It's good that I can do it now!

Hugs - Tiff

Kr√ęg said...

THIS is why she's worried.

Jaime said...

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.

Jaime said...

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!

sheila said...

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?!

DavidShag said...

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.