So on the assembly line in heaven I fell off the conveyor belt when Jesus was issuing the gene giving women an uncanny ability to shop/dress/accessorize themselves. I also didn't get a biological clock, but that is another day...maybe I was a lemon baby! I digress...I am unable to dress myself so I look put together like the sassy broad I am.
I got my tax return and allotted some money to upgrade my wardrobe from a What Not to Wear tragedy to someone with a clue. Since I don't have the shopping jean (pun/misspelling totally intended) I had to enlist the aide of the one woman I know that got the Costco size gene...we will call her Yoda (because she is). So for three grueling hours - the most I have ever shopped at one time in my life - she not only picked out grown-up clothes that looked good on me, I only paid full price for one thing; jeans I picked out.
To my shopping Yoda, I thank you for your stamina in a department store, ability to find good stuff on SALE, and putting up with my spending breakdowns! Oh, I'm sure my bosses thank you too, now they can move my office out of the janitorial closet.
Below is a little gem I kept thinking about to help me go forth and spend!
I very much like being referred to as YODA! You are the best! And I had a blast!
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