Last night, after I got the van back, I needed to go to Wal-Mart and pick a few, basic things for this weekend. Milk, bread, cheese.
So I'm thinking that I'm just going to hurry up, bip in, and bip out. Uh huh.
All the girls want to go. And we're a raggedy looking group. It's late. They're called night clothes.
I had on blue sweats, black tank, and red flannel. This ensemble was set off beautifully by my blue shiny flip-flops and pink and white socks. My hair was brushed, for the most part. No make-up. None. No powder. Lipstick. Hell, no chapstick.
As soon as we pull into the parking lot, I swear, there were at least a dozen people from the kids' school.
I just shook my head. Because, you know, it never fails. Fortunately for me, I don't really care much, either. *laughing*
I handled my business, and we left.
I could have had my hair done, make-up on, and been dressed up. I wouldn't have seen a soul. Go figure.
I'm working on my Erotic Romance today. But it's rather stop and go. I have a lot of things on my mind. And I'm sorting while I'm writing. Maybe I'll do some reading tomorrow. Right now, I'm rather antsy. Maybe that'll settle in the next couple of days.
Enjoy the weekend!
3 months ago