Queen of Rambles

With a title like that, you’d expect a great story that will keep you up all night. Better move along. I’ve got nothing. No-thing. Nada. It’s been a perfectly boring day.

I met up with the mom’s group for a walk and it was totally drama free. How did that happen? One of our sorority girl co-chairs quit. They are just so silly. There were eight of us on the walk and we were all fairly normal. Amazing!

I bought a purty, purty blouse that I loved last week at Dress Barn. I wore it once, washed it according to instructions, and found a tight fitting, button missing unwearable garment the next time I tried to put it on. Put it on I did, though, because I had nothing else to wear in Ohio. I didn’t know you could take back clothes that were missing tags, but Julie told me I should complain so I gathered up my nerve and took it back to the store.

Why are some people meek and mild and other people totally outrageous?

The woman ahead of me had a complete outfit that still had security tags on it. She’d gone to a wedding 500 miles away only to discover that her brand new outfit was unwearable because of the big, beige security beepers. Do you realize how devastated she was? Do you realize the inconvenience? Do you KNOW what she went through? If you did you would pay for her gas!

The people at Dress Barn did not want to pay for her gas. Instead they gave her an 800 number to call.

I do understand the woman’s frustration. I really do. You don’t want to get to a fancy wedding out of town and discover that you have nothing to wear, especially if you are a larger lady and can’t run to just any store to find a replacement.

She was in hysterics, though, and I really was kind of hoping they would call the police or security or someone because I thought she might pull out an Uzi and I didn’t want her to shoot me or MisterE.

At least she made my transaction look mild. I did express my dismay at having a new favorite blouse fall apart, but I used words like please and thank you and I smiled. The ladies were only too happy to give me a refund after my performance as a normal human being.

Dinner turned out to be an experience in grossness. In fact, it was so gross we took pictures. Normally I hate pictures of messy babies. I just hate grossness and goo, period. How could I resist immortalizing this:

YUCK!

At least he helped clean himself up.

And he’s so cute when he snuggles in his nice, clean towel.

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