I'm so hot.
Can you believe it? Out? BY MYSELF?! I left the boys for some much needed time away from them.
I love them, but I need time and yada, yada, yada...you all know that I need to get out, no explanations needed, I hope. Mark never argues when I say that I'm going out. The only thing he ever asks is "Are you coming back?"
'nuff said
I left my phone at home (whoops) and got in the car. Please, if something goes wrong, Mark knows what to do...Dylan is right there.
I went to the mall and have a little look at what was new there. I tried the usuals: Old Navy, American Eagle, Penny's, then The Gap. (Note: I stayed clear of Victoria's Secret, if any of you remember that incident.)
At The Gap, I found a cute skirt that I thought I'd try, since it would match the new boots I bought at Target without a good reason. I grabbed a size 8 in two different colors. I got into my changing room and tried 'em on.
Ugh. I didn't wear a very good shopping outfit. I wore my sneakers, which require tying each time I try something on. I also wore my jeans with a crazy belt that needs to be looped through....blah, blah, blah. You get the point.
The very first skirt I put on was too big. Gap is not known for it's consistency in sizing anyway, so I tried on the other. Wooooohoooo! Tell me it's true! I am down to a size 6?
I threw my jeans on, looped the belt, put on my shoes, tied them up, and left the changing room in search of that skirt in the smaller size.
Okay, got them. Also picked up that cute shirt to try on because now I feel skinny.
This time when I went into the changing room, I decided that I would slip the skirt on over my pants, and just pull my pants down to my ankles so I don't have to take off my shoes or the belt, etc.
Oh! It fits! It really does fit! It wasn't just a fabric measurement inconsistency! Oh, I'm so happy! I could just have a party to celebraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.......
At this point in my celebration, I trip over my stupid looped belt which is attached to my jeans around my ankles, stumble forward, and see my own face coming at me at the speed of light. My nose hits the dressing room mirror and immediately starts bleeding. My size 6 ass is sticking straight up in the air, and I am praying that the girl in the room next to me isn't seeing my unflattering, but quite comfortable, pink, striped, Hanes-Her-Way underwear from where she is.
I straightened myself up, put the skirt on its hanger and got my pants on in record time (thanks to my ingenious pants-around-the-ankles-trick). Then I sat in the dressing room for about 20 minutes, holding a baby wipe from my purse on my nose, trying to stop the bleeding.
I ended up buying the skirt when I left that room of terror. Once I got in the car, I went right back home where my idiocies are appreciated.
I love them, but I need time and yada, yada, yada...you all know that I need to get out, no explanations needed, I hope. Mark never argues when I say that I'm going out. The only thing he ever asks is "Are you coming back?"
'nuff said
I left my phone at home (whoops) and got in the car. Please, if something goes wrong, Mark knows what to do...Dylan is right there.
I went to the mall and have a little look at what was new there. I tried the usuals: Old Navy, American Eagle, Penny's, then The Gap. (Note: I stayed clear of Victoria's Secret, if any of you remember that incident.)
At The Gap, I found a cute skirt that I thought I'd try, since it would match the new boots I bought at Target without a good reason. I grabbed a size 8 in two different colors. I got into my changing room and tried 'em on.
Ugh. I didn't wear a very good shopping outfit. I wore my sneakers, which require tying each time I try something on. I also wore my jeans with a crazy belt that needs to be looped through....blah, blah, blah. You get the point.
The very first skirt I put on was too big. Gap is not known for it's consistency in sizing anyway, so I tried on the other. Wooooohoooo! Tell me it's true! I am down to a size 6?
I threw my jeans on, looped the belt, put on my shoes, tied them up, and left the changing room in search of that skirt in the smaller size.
Okay, got them. Also picked up that cute shirt to try on because now I feel skinny.
This time when I went into the changing room, I decided that I would slip the skirt on over my pants, and just pull my pants down to my ankles so I don't have to take off my shoes or the belt, etc.
Oh! It fits! It really does fit! It wasn't just a fabric measurement inconsistency! Oh, I'm so happy! I could just have a party to celebraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.......
At this point in my celebration, I trip over my stupid looped belt which is attached to my jeans around my ankles, stumble forward, and see my own face coming at me at the speed of light. My nose hits the dressing room mirror and immediately starts bleeding. My size 6 ass is sticking straight up in the air, and I am praying that the girl in the room next to me isn't seeing my unflattering, but quite comfortable, pink, striped, Hanes-Her-Way underwear from where she is.
I straightened myself up, put the skirt on its hanger and got my pants on in record time (thanks to my ingenious pants-around-the-ankles-trick). Then I sat in the dressing room for about 20 minutes, holding a baby wipe from my purse on my nose, trying to stop the bleeding.
I ended up buying the skirt when I left that room of terror. Once I got in the car, I went right back home where my idiocies are appreciated.
Labels: MDM, me. Me. ME.
posted by Sarah at
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
4 Comments:
impressive !
I'm desperately trying not to laugh...because it's rude to laugh at times like this...or point. And bloody noses are not (HAHAHAHAHA!) inherently funny, but...you realize I will no longer be able to enter a Gap without giggling? HAHA!
(and I didn't mean to overlook the size 6 milestone - exciting!)
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!
I love you can be just as pathetic as me.
we're definately soul sisters.
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