Warning: Bethany has hijacked this blog!

Well hello there ladies!

Silly, silly me had written down in my journal that I was posting next Monday.

Whelp... that obvy isn't the case so you don't get an introduction from my beloved Special K...

You just get me. So sorry.

I kid, I kid.

If you want to figure out where I hale from check out my page!

This is me

[a lover of:]

all things bright and pink.

the duck face.

and my handsome hubby.

Just to name a few.

So, when Mrs. Robinson asked me to guest post I definitely couldn't wait.

I have had so many ideas running around in my mind.

She and I have become such great friend and I didn't want to disappoint.

I decided to follow our humor theme and tell y'all a "first" story of mine.

First, you must read what Special K guest posted on mine.

Did ya read it?

Okay... good.

Now, if you don't know me well you may be unaware that I am a glorified hippie.

I may dress like I just walked out of Banana Republic but I love a free spirit.

I finally landed a job where I work for a bunch of hippies.

This has enabled to let my inner wallflower spill out into my wardrobe.

I would like to think I look like this:

But, I am almost certain I end up looking more like this:

Grrr.

This is my story:

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The first time I embarrassed myself in a Dollar General.

I ran inside to grab a few things for our friend's daughters for Christmas.

I had on a super cute hippie sweater dress from Earthbound, some leggings, and my suede knee boots.

As I was browsing through the lip glosses a girl in her early teens told me she loved my dress.

I said, "Awww... thank you!" and moved on.

Well, while the cashier was ringing up my purchases I heard the same girl tell her mother,

"I really like that dress!"

To which her mother responded with,

"It looks like a night gown..."

I was floored and as I swiped my card I turned to the mother (who was three or so people behind the line) and said, "I promise you I wouldn't go out in public in my night gown!"

She looked a little baffled and proceeded to pick up a magazine and flash the cover to me.

It was a picture of some celebrity in a spaghetti strap sequined dress.

She said, "I was talking about her..."

Oh emm gee.

Is my face on fire?

Do I have all my bags?

Is this door locked??? Oh... push don't pull...

Should I run?

I was so embarrassed.

Yes, apparently I am so vain as to assume she was speaking of me.

Yes, I must be a little self conscious about my hippie wardrobe.

Yes, twenty people standing in line witnessed this.

No, I couldn't change the channel and hope this was a horrible dose of Jersey Shore.

No, I have not called anyone out for anything since.

Moral of the story:

pick your battles... and not with strangers.

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I hope I didn't bore y'all too terribly.

I miss Mrs. Robinson as much as y'all do.

But, that was a story too funny not to share.