I was so excited about wearing the polka-dot skirt that I have on today but it seems to be giving me grief. It may look all put together in pictures but seriously this skirt has a mind of its own. Since I left my house this morning, I have been tugging at the skirt because it seems to rise and people would be able to see my brown leggings. Not that I care if people see my leggings because it's not like I'm flashing any cooter. So it looked as if I had feminine itch walking down the street tugging and pulling at my clothes. I think the kicker was going to Target. In order to get over the timely death of my spray bottle, I had to go out and find two more loves. As I was walking into the store, an older gentleman caught my attention. I tried to dart through the bathing suits but he had already caught me. "Miss" he yelled, "fix your dress". I looked down and of course my skirt was all discombobulated. I giggled and went on to fixing it. I walked over to the laundry department and was set on buying dryer sheets but a little can of Static Guard caught my attention. So far it's working.
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