What She Wore: Black, scoop-neck tee; jean capris with a dark wash; black and white houndshooth flats. I’m wearing them! They’re just too cute not to wear.
Well, someone asked for funny story, so here goes–embarassing, but true.
Not long after I had the baby, my mom and I decided to pick up Chili’s to go. I didn’t want to go through the drama of getting him out of the car, so I dropped my mom off and waited at the curb. While I was waiting, I decided I didn’t like the song on the radio, so I hit another button. The same song came on. I hit another button, and it was the same song again. I realize that my mom must have put in a CD, so I hit the FM button, and still. . . the same song. At this point I’m getting a little freaked out–I’m wondering what the hell my mom did to the radio. I’m punching buttons left and right and still the same damn song keeps playing. Finally, I just reach over and turn the radio off completely.
But the song kept playing.
It was as if my car was haunted–I was really starting to lose it.
And then I realized that the windows were down.
And the music in my car? Chili’s music blaring from the restaurant–drowning out my own radio.
Sometimes, I wonder if there is actually a brain up there.