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>> Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Cause, boy, do I have things to say. 


I have frequent delusional daydreams that I am a normal person--one who doesn't seem to have a hair shirt as a normal piece of underclothing.  But I think it's time for me to wake up and smell the coffee and find a way to reconcile this part of my reality, cause it doesn't seem to be something I'm growing out of. 

Yesterday I had to go to town to do laundry (thanks, Sears! Three weeks waiting for you to come fix the triple load sized washer I use Every. Single. Day.  is really not inconvenient at all) and get my car fixed.  My car has developed a distinctly tangy attitude and is now going on the auction block if we can ever get it fixed long enough to get rid of it. 

Anyway.

At the car fixing place I chatted a bit about what they were going to do, then I walked down the main drag of town, which is also the highway through town.  I made it to the laundrymat, put the clothes in and then had to walk to the grocery store to get money for the washer. I browsed through the grocery store to find something to buy in order to get some money back for the laundry. Fruit section, lunch meat, bread, etc. and finally was checking the deli section when a very nice lady came up to me and asked quietly and hesitantly if I knew my skirt was tucked up into my waistband. ***What?!!!!**   Oh, yes.  Simply another example of me in my glory.  And here's how bad it was--when I pulled it down it pulled for a long time, and more than in one little section and my legs got distinctly warmer.  It was a Major Tuck.

Just how many people saw my cute "situation" is something I'd rather not contemplate. Oh, and because it was so cold out, I was wearing a pair of black knee socks with my skirt.  Yeah, I'm just the very picture of dignity and decorum.

I wonder if a person ever gets used to the feeling of being mortified? 

And no. I had my camera and decided that pictures were the last thing I needed here.  Low as they are, I do have standards.

2 comments:

Dawny January 6, 2009 at 6:10 PM  

oh Karen bless you, I hope you don't mind me having a real giggle at the picture you paint of yourself - I am oh so pleased there is somebody else (ie you) out there who is so like me :-)

can't wait to read more, you've been very quiet xx

Armchair Housewife January 6, 2009 at 7:32 PM  

Karen!

Oh no you POOR thing! Oh, I must say I was laughing almost to tears but in that "oh you poor thing I want to hug you" sort of laughing. Oh my...

Well, God sure is teaching you a lesson on humility this week. Wonder what he wants to use that for... :)

Love and blessings to you, sister!