Tiara’s at Walmart

Today I spent a few hours at my mom’s house helping my little sister clean out her childhood room.  She’s in a place of her own now and my mom needs the space.  I helped her go through all her boxes and we had some good laughs over childhood toys and highschool dance pictures and nametags from her first job.  And somewhere in there I ended up putting on her tiara from some highschool dance.

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We went our separate ways.  She stayed home and sorted through old letters and birthday cards and I went to Walmart for milk and bread and bubblebath.  It’s now almost midnight and I am home.  And that tiara is still on my head.  I have been walking around Walmart by myself, very seriously picking out the best banana’s and asking the night crew where they hide the Ricotta cheese, and scouring the paint section for some wood filler  in my new denim skirt, flip flops and a sparkly tiara.  I’m pretty sure you can only get away with that when you are 4.  Or a loud obnoxious teenager.  But  a 27 year old college grad, wife, mother?  Really?  Let’s just say I blushed big time when I realized what I had done.  I hope your Saturday and/or Sunday was/is filled with considerably less embarrassment.