Not Me Monday

There is a blog that runs this post every Monday and she tells about all the things she couldn't possibly have done through the week. Well, this is my Not Me Monday entry!

I didn't buy this great sparkly cardigan sweatshirt that I love a few weeks ago and I definitely did not wear it to Wal*Mart before the sun came up this morning to pick up some last minutes gifts~don't worry they weren't for you. I get yours at Nieman Marcus! I absolutely did not run out the door after showering, hair fluffing and make-up without giving myself the once over in the mirror before heading out. It could not possibly be true that I shopped for an hour in Wal*Mart going up and down every aisle nodding and smiling at perfect strangers because I am so out going and gregarious at 7:30 am. I did not ask several Wal*Mart employees for directions to various items they sell nor did I talk to this lady for a few minutes when my sparkling cider bottle almost fell out of my cart and she did not say, I was just trying to get some attention. I did not stand still in a long line to check out in Wal*Mart with several people in front of me and behind me. They definitely did not think to themselves, what is such a fashionable and gentile lady doing here, of all places, at this ungodly hour?

And there is no earthly way that as I was walking to the car I looked down and saw some strings on the front of my sweatshirt and realized to my absolute horror that it was on inside out. It is not a sweatshirt that has beaded snowflakes on it with threads hanging out in little clusters on the inside (resembling chest hairs!) Nor does the sweatshirt have a big black tag on the inside of the gray sweatshirt the size of a CD cover that shouts out the mortifying size of the blankity blank thing, for the entire world to see. And it is absolutely untrue that a woman appeared out of nowhere in the parking lot and heard me cracking up and talking to myself and she did not look at me like I was a lunatic. Nope, that definitely did not happen to me this morning because if it did, I certainly would not be broadcasting it to respectable people like you on the Internet! I have way too much pride for that. And sorry, but I never did get to Nieman Marcus to get your present either! And I uncatagorically deny, to the best of my recollection, that this is a typical day in the life of a frazzled, shall we say "middle-aged" woman? Nope, no sir~ not at all. Tata for now, not because there isn't more, but because its not even Monday~its Wednesday already!

Yours truly~

Not a Walmart Fashionista of the Year Nominee


And oh yes...'Tis the Season...and even though I did not get a little off track here...I am jumping back into the Christmas thing now with.....

Hark the Harried Angels Sing!

In ONE WEEK this will all be behind us for another year!