Highs and Lows

Last Wednesday found me at the zoo with a couple of friends and their kiddos. On several occasions during our visit, my friend Becca remarked that I looked like such a "hip momma." I laughed off the comment, feeling more comfortable than hip, but was appreciative of the complement. Maybe I had finally become that lady that looks (emphasis on looks) like she has her shizam together. Only took 19 months!

Thursday then found me darting out to return books to the library on their due date, fifteen minutes before closing. I'm wearing a giant claw clip in my hair that has inadvertently made me look like Snooki, minus the G, and with a less orangey T...and let's admit it, I had been playing outside with Whit, so the L was a little lacking as well. I had on black dress socks from the funeral I had attended, and was wearing khaki short shorts and a bright red tank top that I had thrown on earlier after madly stripping out of my wool and silk frock that had turned me into a human Hot Pocket.

All the way there I was praying for a drive-up drop box. I mean, we live in the 21st century, certainly the library has a drive-up box like the post office has had for decades, right? Nope. Ok, well, it was 8:45 at night, so of course there would be parking near the door, right? Nah ehn. Not to be discouraged, I stepped out of my car and briskly walked to the drop box far away on the horizon. Only one person off in the distance getting in her car - I was going to make it unseen. Just then I found myself in front of a giant open conference room window...with a whole group of thirty-somethings FACING THE WINDOW. It was my moment to shine, and I strutted by them (twice) with pride, owning my "People of Walmart" look.

And that, my friends, is how I went from tip top to flop in 24 hours.