So thank you, Redneck guy in your baseball cap, sitting in your older car with your unattractive friend. I'm choosing not to believe yours was a courtesy or drug-induced whistle, or that you were from the home for mentally-challenged men just down the street. Most of those guys can't drive anyway. You made my day!
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Something great just happened to me.
As I was getting out of my car to pick up the boys from Wee Care today, some guy whistled at me. I had just spent the last 2 hours bleaching toys from our basement, and had frizzy hair and my Mom Jeans on, and was carrying 2 bottles of disinfectant. Super hot, I know.
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