Monday, July 21, 2008

bad times at Target

I had an embarrassing nightmare-type experience in Target today. Ever had a dream where you are out and about and suddenly realize you're NAKED???

No, I wasn't naked (thank God -- for me and the innocent Target guests)... but as I walked into Target for the umpteenth time to get more felt stickery things for the bottom of our furniture (gotta love the wood floors) and more fans for my 120-degree house (did I mention that this house has no air conditioning and half the windows are painted shut??) a man stared at me with a quizzical expression...

and I suddenly realized that I had TOTALLY forgotten to get ready this morning -- it was a no shower morning while I unpacked hundreds of boxes, and my hair was this crazy woman bird-nest mess, I have a couple ugly red spots on my face (going on 3 weeks of post IUD-insertion PERIOD with all the hormonal symptoms like breakouts. Spotting my ass!!) and I have raccoon eyes from mascara... Seriously. BAD time for me to go to the store. I was mortified but just did my shopping anyway...

I got enough odd glances though, that I bet I have a reputation in this town already.

8 comments:

Mike said...

At least the pink polka-dot pants got left at home this time. lol. :)

Nancy said...

Aww, sympathy from the Dear Husband! Seriously though, where's the pictures of your birdnest hair and raccoon eyes? Enquiring minds want to see...

xoxo

Anna said...

Hey, I'll share -- but I have to draw the line somewhere. No pictures of breakouts and birdnest hair ;)

Ganine said...

LMBO!!! That is to funny!!!

Buffy said...

are you seriously wearing pink polka dots in public? where have you put my little sister????

Anna said...

It was NOT intentional -- all my clothes were packed and we had to go get garage sale supplies. Your sister is alive and well, and slightly mortified that Mike shared that story with the world!

Ganine said...

Hey, going through withdrawals over here... ;)

Emily said...

I can sympathize... Last friday morning (the day after my anniversary, mind you) my IUD fell out (yes, FELL OUT) and I had to go to InstaCare because Julie is out of the office on Friday and I didn't think to call her fisrt. SO, I haul my pajama-clad ass into the clinic and have to wait for nearly an hour because I'm not visibly ill. Then they tell me that they don't have an ultrasound machine to check the placement of the IUD. To this I say, "Uh...I can see the little plastic T with a hand mirror..." MEANWHILE, I pee in a cup and turns out I have a raging UTI. As I'm listening to the doctor prattle on about proper treatment of the UTI, my boobs start leaking... "Oh," she says, "are you breastfeeding?" Uh, yeah. Yeah, I am.