I’ve seen things……..scary things. I haven’t figured out how to take pictures and not offend anyone yet. Give me time. I will. Or maybe I won’t. Some things can’t be unseen and I’m not sure I want to do that to y’all.
Sorry to tell you this Karen, the man bun is alive and well in Central North Carolina. Maybe it’s the proximity to all those colleges in the Raleigh/Durham area? Maybe they missed the memo that a man bun is so 2015? What ever the reason, they’re still here. Sorry.
To the sweet young couple who come in every Sunday morning in your matching Minion fleece pants and tops, please don’t. Even your house shoes match. That’s taking things just a bit too far. Seriously. We can all look at you and tell you’re crazy about each other and very much in love or lust or something. It’s just so tacky to wear your house shoes to grocery shop on Sunday mornings. We know you’re trying to beat the after church crowd but come on. Take 5 minutes and put on a pair of jeans or something. Please……….
Speaking of fleece, to the lady that comes on Friday afternoons; your hair and makeup are flawless. You have beautiful jewelry. Your perfume is one of my personal favorites. You’re as sweet as can be. Always a smile for us and you stop to ask how we are, how our week has been. I’m just wondering why you wear high heels with your fleece pants. Don’t get me wrong, I love your taste in shoes. I miss wearing heels, though I’m pretty sure I would have never worn them with fleece.
Honey, I know you’re tired, you’ve got 3 boys who are all live wires. I can see the exhaustion in your eyes. But at 250 plus pounds, for the love of all things, put on a bra. Seeing your girls droop to your waist and you in a short shirt just aren’t what I want to see. At any time, ever. I don’t think anyone else wants to see it either.
Speaking of kids, I love them, they’re all cute in their own way. What’s not cute? When you stand there and laugh as he runs the cart over the top of my foot. Twice.
Shorts and flip flops are my favorite things to wear. Especially on those 80 degree Christmas days when I lived in SW Florida. But Sweetie, it’s 26 degrees outside and there are 3 inches of snow on the ground. I’ll buy you some jeans and shoes if you need them. I’m freezing just looking at you and can’t help but wonder what your Mama would say……
I know, I know, you were a cutie when you were younger. So slim and trim, that gorgeous smile that lights up a room when you walk in. Those beautiful eyes that sparkle……Sadly, here we are 50 years later. You’re still dressing like your 20. You’re 70. Skirts that barely cover your privates are not cute. Yes, your legs still have a great shape. But they’re wrinkly and you need some lotion. Watching you teeter into the store in your heels and a cane make me nervous. What if you fall? What if I can’t catch you in time? What happens if you fall and because of your short skirt you flash us all? Hmmmm, gave you something to think about didn’t I?
Shug, I love my leggings. Apparently you do too. Maybe more than I do. Because I just can’t see wearing the khaki colored ones weighing as much as you do with just a plain old shirt. Not a long tailed shirt, just a shirt. I don’t want to see all your lumps and bumps. I have my own. I try to hide them when in public. It’s the decent thing to do. Could you try to do the same? If you need a mirror, I’ll get you one. We sell them.
Like I said, Scary Things………
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