The Oufit.

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.