i think i'm pretty good at telling when people are not for real. it's a gift. i can smell fake, and i'm not a fan. i'm also pretty good at knowing when someone is trying to pull the wool over ole' dezra's eyes. such an event happened at the mall a few weeks ago. i had been looking online for the perfect fall outfit for ella, and i found it. but i decided to go to the mall and get it since randy had to go to the the apple store the next day....blah blah blah. yes, i just blah (ed) the apple store. everyone will get over it. freakish cult. ANYWAY, i find the shirt i'm looking for, but there is only 1. it is the size i need, so i picked it up, and put it on the back of the stroller and continued shopping. so i notice this lady standing next to me watching me and the shirt, and i notice she has a baby not much bigger than ella. so suddenly the lady says to me, "you know that is going to be on sale tomorrow". i looked at her, and i said, "really? bummer...." and i walked off...with the shirt in my hand. something was off about this woman. i proceeded to shop, and she walked away. the next day i had to return a skirt b/c it was too big for ella....there was no sale. just as i suspected. seriously?!?!?!!? i live in a messed up area where shopping moms do crazy things. but to be honest, i'm not sure which is scarier....that she would try to trick me out of the shirt, or that i knew she was trying to trick me out of the shirt...thus making my mind just as twisted as her's. weird. crazy lady tryin' to get my shirt...i don't think so.
i still have a cold sore. it is gigantic. and it looks like i have toothpaste or something on my lip. it's terrible...i figure i have about 6 more days. ella came charging at me from across the living room with her finger pointed. i was like, oh, how cute is she, she is pointing at me and wants to come play with me...and, oh wait, she is coming to poke my cold sore. i had to move away real quick. she almost got it. i really can't even imagine the pain that that would have brought. probably something close to the pain i experienced as i scratched it in my sleep this morning. that got me out of bed quick. i thought i was going to die.
seriously, randy has got to get home so i have someone to tell these stories to.
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