What in the heck is wrong with people? I was shopping at Kohl's earlier this evening looking for the perfect bra. I had alreay picked out two dresses and two pair of shoes but nothing will look right without the perfect foundation garment. Know what I mean? So, I'm in lingerie minding my business searching the fifteenth rack of bras trying to find the perfect 36C push-up. (Two kids and 15 months of nursing have taken their toll.) I think I may have found what I'm looking for. I'm on my knees going through the bottom rack and I notice in my peripheral a man looking at me. I look up and he walks on by. He circles the rack and ends up next to me.
"I saw you from the aisle and I thought to myself that's a pretty cute midget so I came around to this side ... What the hell? I'm speechless. A pretty cute midget? So he went out of his way to check out the pretty cute midget. Wow. That's just ... wow.
I hadn't planned on shopping today but my guy has decided to spring a last minute trip on me and I thought I'd get some new gear for the occasion. Ain't that sweet? Not really. We've been fighting all week and this is his way of making it all better. I haven't decided if it's going to work or not but I can't turn down a weekend away.
I don't have a very extensive blogroll. Much like my real life circle of friends ... very small. I read the people that I do because at one time or another they have written something that resonated with me. Either I felt the exact same way or they wrote something that I wished I had written but didn't have the courage. Just this week while reading my folks, I found myself saying, "She gets lonely just like me" or "He hates his job just like me" or "She's secretly making her dreams come true just like me". It's comforting to know that I'm not alone with my feelings. Although most times it seems that way. I'm probably not the only one who cries more than anyone would ever guess because I only do it in my car or alone in my bed at night.
Love you guys.