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Did she really just say that to me?

Ok, I'll say it, I looked super cute yesterday for church.  There's not a picture, just take my word for it, I've never let you down before!  Cute boots, cute dress, jean jacket.  Cue the cameras, I'm ready for my country music video.

So, I run into Wally World after church on Sunday, because apparently there is some rule in the universe that you can't go more than a certain number of days without entering the hell hole that is Wal-Mart.

While I was waiting for Matt to pull around and pick me a up a car drove past, stopped, and backed up.  The girl rolled down the passenger window and asked me where I got my boots.  What?  These things, you're too kind!  They came from Dress Barn - which while I hate the name, has some really cute stuff.  She said where?  I repeated.  Where's one of those at?  I said, I think Huntsville?  Mine came from the Outlet in Foley - oh how I miss the outlets.

At this point, I'm feeling pretty good about myself.  I dressed myself this morning, and I'm actually getting asked where to buy a part of my outfit?  The birds were singing, the clouds were blue, etc.

Then, she says it.  "Thanks! My mom always has trouble finding boots to fit her legs, too."

What. the. heck.

Girlfriend, hold up.  A) These are the regular calf sized boots.  B) These calves are like 80% muscle from 12 years of playing softball.  C) "Rude" - Bon Qui Qui.

Like my Momma always said, "Tacky is as tacky does".

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  1. Katye you are too funny! Ruuudddeee! I'm on weight watchers, forever trying to lose weight too so I relate to your journey! Keep up the good work!

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    1. Thanks, Amy! I've never done WW, I'm enjoying this program.

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