Michelle James
08-06-2011, 12:19 PM
So as many of you know I have been 24/7 since last Christmas. Not bragging just laying a little foundation. Every Monday - Saturday I make a run to the post office with my daily packages. Today I had 13 boxes to pack and I had to get to the post office before 1:00pm closing. I took longer to pack than I expected and when I looked at the clock it was 12:25. Holy crap Gotta go.
The problem was that i hadn't gotten dressed yet. Normally if something like this came up I would quickly throw on my only remaining boy clothes and run out the door. Kind of an unconscious panic response.
Well today it went a little different.
I noticed the time, said a few choice words (think George Carlin) ((younger members feel free to Google him)) sprinted to my closet grabbed a pair of denim capris and a not so matching top. I threw them on, stepped into a pair of flip flops, put my wig on my head, grabbed my purse and ran for the car. At the first stop light I put on a little lipstick.
If you were following along you should be recoiling from you monitor about now and saying aloud "what no makeup?". Oh the horror!! Running through my head as I drove toward the post office were the usual thoughts:
pitchfork wielding villagers
women and children weeping
dogs cowering in fear
flowers wilting as I walk by.
You get the picture.
The thing is nothing happened. I saw many of the same faces and nothing was different.??????
Well one thing was different. I had the same kind of unconscious panic response but this time no boy clothes and no makeup.
I'm not sure what happened or why but I'm happy as hell.
The problem was that i hadn't gotten dressed yet. Normally if something like this came up I would quickly throw on my only remaining boy clothes and run out the door. Kind of an unconscious panic response.
Well today it went a little different.
I noticed the time, said a few choice words (think George Carlin) ((younger members feel free to Google him)) sprinted to my closet grabbed a pair of denim capris and a not so matching top. I threw them on, stepped into a pair of flip flops, put my wig on my head, grabbed my purse and ran for the car. At the first stop light I put on a little lipstick.
If you were following along you should be recoiling from you monitor about now and saying aloud "what no makeup?". Oh the horror!! Running through my head as I drove toward the post office were the usual thoughts:
pitchfork wielding villagers
women and children weeping
dogs cowering in fear
flowers wilting as I walk by.
You get the picture.
The thing is nothing happened. I saw many of the same faces and nothing was different.??????
Well one thing was different. I had the same kind of unconscious panic response but this time no boy clothes and no makeup.
I'm not sure what happened or why but I'm happy as hell.