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I knew that I had made a critical error in judgment, lying on the floor in the dressing room, seriously considering calling for help out of the skinny jeans I squeezed myself into.
I knew that I had made a critical error in judgment, lying on the floor in the dressing room, seriously considering calling for help out of the skinny jeans I squeezed myself into.
There are few things that inspire as much panic as being alone in a fitting room and considering asking for help out of a too-small dress that is covering your chest, face, and arms, leaving you barefoot in your underwear and your hands useless in the air.
In Target earlier today I learned there is really no good way to answer a 5-year-old asking you why you are looking at his mother's butt so much.
The kid at the checkout decided it was efficient and eco-friendly to pack my bag of potatoes into a separate plastic bag... by itself.
I was all excited about making my first online purchase until I realized that it would arrive the day I catch an early morning flight across the country.
I was so thankful that the Walmart pharmacy was open late that night.
Is it weird that I say a truly genuine, pleading prayer everytime I get into a dressing room with an item of clothing, that God lets it not only fit, but look okay, too?
I spent over $150 at Victoria's Secret's Semi-Annual Sale today.