Allow me to give you a glimpse of the events in the past 3 days that poured the proverbial salt on my insecure wounds:
Actual quote from my mom spoken to me in the middle of Dillard's department store: "You have NO idea how much I want to sign you up for the tv show What Not To Wear".
[side commentary: Andrea, you should take this as a personal affront as well since, well, i only wear your clothes]
My favorite pair of pajama pants split while I was reaching for the tupperwear in the cabinet. And my second favorite pair? The button popped off. And I got them on Christmas day.
I drove 2 of my friends to Chick-fil-A for lunch and the drive-thru lady says, "Oh, Hi! Welcome back!"
Then, while eating the lunch back at the seminary, one of the guys sitting in the other end of hte common area picked up a pair of binoculars, looked through them, and loudly said, "Whoa! Karin, you've got a lot of split ends!"
Boy, I can hardly wait to see what goodies tomorrow holds.