Sometimes I'm convinced that my lucious blonde locks add to the absolutely odd things that occur in my life. In reality, I know that's all nonesense but it doesn't hurt to say, "It's because I'm blonde." I never used that line until college really. It used to drive me haywire, because in fact, I'm actually pretty smart. I always got good grades, and I was in most cases, street smart. Okay, not ALWAYS...I said most cases. Yes, I'm the first to admit that my occasionally flirtatious behavior has given other the perception that I am a dumb girl who has no idea what she's doing. In fact, I'm usually pretty aware and wouldn't be classified as dumb or uneducated.
Momma's always tellin me, "The truth is stranger than fiction young lady..." and well, she's right. (My mom is always right about everything, it makes me mad.) I often think a camera should follow me around, or I should write stories (non-fiction) of what occurs to me, or in my surroundings. Maybe I'm just overly-aware.
This past week, well, this was entirely my own fault.
Last Tuesday, I was a little out of it...I had a migraine of some sort. Despite that I was feelin' all fancy and stuff, so I decided to actually make myself look semi-nice for work. Mind you, I'm supposed to wear business casual clothes everyday, so I don't ever dress down persay, I just don't put much effort into how I look as I would if I was going out for a night on the town.
This lovely Tuesday morning I decided to put on a brand-spankin' new shirt, fix my makeup so I looked approachable; I even curled my hair a bit. I put on my shoes, and walked out the door for the office.
It was just an ordinary day.
As I was walking to my car I stopped and said to myself, out loud mind you, "Gosh, these used to be my most comfortable high heels."
Side Note: It's very normal for me to talk out loud to myself. In fact, I do it quite often.
I drove the whole way to work really pissed off at my shoes, or my feet, or whatever was wrong because something was clearly wrong!
I got to work and it just so happened that as I stepped out of my car, and into the parking garage, I heard two men talking. I really couldn't afford to look dumb, so I stood next to my car and decided to see what was going on with my foot situation.
Do you know what happened?
I had my high heels on the wrong feet.
Is that even possible at 24 years of age?
I blamed that one on the blonde.
At least I can give everyone a laugh right?
So that's what my funny stories are. From my skirt ripping entirely in half to wearing my shoes on the wrong feet. If you can't laugh at yourself, who can ya laugh at? I must mention that I ended up with an awful, gut-wretching illness that day..I had to leave work after I made an amazing vomit display in the bathroom, and proceeded to run a fever for 8 consecutive days. Whew. That was awful. With that,
Make it a great day!