Scene: Me, at the Mall of Georgia, shopping with my sorority sister Toni and her step-daughter Lulu. We're in Aerie, that American Eagle lingerie store. Like teenagers need lingerie. But, who am I to shout at the wind?
Saleslady to me and Toni: Can I help you ladies with anything?
Toni: Nope, we're just waiting on our daughter.
Saleslady: o_O *Walks off*
Toni: o_O... Did I just say that out loud?
Me: YES YOU DID! You realize that Lulu looks like you, so she thinks you're the egg donor/woman in the relationship.
Toni: So?
Me: I'M THE ONE LOOKING AT THE BOY SHORTS! That means I'm the butch.
Toni: *Grinning furiously*
Me: *Stomping off to find high heels and makeup*
Who Am I?
- Coal Miner's Granddaughter
- I am the 40-ish granddaughter of Frank (see header), a fiddle-playing coal miner from West Virginia. I was born and raised in said state and have lived in Georgia since 1994. I have a wonderful husband, three beautiful kids, one cranky cat, and one anxiety-ridden dog.
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7 comments:
Crack. me. up.
not that there's anything wrong with that, of course.
I can't see you I high heels. Boy shorts?
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Hahahaha!
You should have run with the concept and made out with her. You have to admit, that would make for a really great blog post.
High heels and boy shorts? That's hot. :)
magnificent!
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