So, of course when I found out I was having a girl, a million joyous thoughts ran thru my head. One of which was how much fun it would be to shop together one day. I mean she's shopped with me since the begining but that was more of me shopping and her exisiting parralel to me discontent to be doing so and making my enjoyment of the experience as minimal as possible. We were by no means, "shopping together." But, one day I hoped it would happen.
I just didn't know that day would come so soon or so abruptly. Today we popped into Old Navy and as I sped shopped (a practice I've been forced to acquire since the day Charley discovered her lungs, hands, shoes come off and can be thrown and her ability to make me cave to peer pressure due to my fear of looking like a bad mom, which she soley has control of doing) glancing down aisle, after messy clearance asile I was forced to make a split decision on weather it was worth venturing down or not. I came across a table of cheap, cheap graphic tees all in a big pile of numerous colors and sizes. Normally I would have defaulted to the standard rule of thumb which stated that no t-shirt is cheap enough to stand and sort through, wasting precious shopping time only to most likely decide none of them were cute after you obsessivly located your size anyway and even if you did stubbornly purchase the shirt just to validate your time, you would never wear it and it would end up wadded in a drawer, taking up space until the cut, style or length is so out of date, it isn't even worth keeping to work out in for those precious few days you have time and are actually motivated to work out. I mean after all that, don't you at least want to look cute doing it?
What was I saying? Oh yes, the table of tees. As fate would have it there was a sassy print that stood out to me. So I grabbed it without actually stopping the cart and threw it on over my current shirt. I liked it, but the real clencher was the little voice coming from the cart that said, "Oh, cute shirt!" Except it sounded more like "Oh, tute sh*t!" And I thought, oh yes that was cute sh*t indeed and I bought the shirt.
