Letters from NYC

Murphy's Law

One of the statementes of Murphy's Law is that "Anything that can go wrong will go wrong."

It started with my car service driver not showing up to take us to the airport, followed by me losing my gold credit card after paying for the wildest car ride ever. This along with my brother in law (BIL) giving me the wrong departure time caused us to be late and miss the plane. This stupendous act was followed by an even kinder act of generosity in which he tried to make things up by taking us for dinner, me (the vegetarian) to his favorite steakhouse. It seems he forgot I was a vegetarian.

This incredibly fabulous day culminated in my son & I sleeping in Kmart specials because @9:30pm on a sunday (when we were done w/dinner), that's all that was open that had clothes,
or that we had directions to (because my wonderfully directionally challenged BOL accidentally threw out all our maps when he cleaned out the car). BTW, what is it that makes men unable to ask for directions or to accept directions from a woman?

Of course, once we got to walmart finding something decent to wear is another matter. If I wanted to wear something that would show off 2/3 of my tits or leave nothing to the imagination because the clothes were either totally see through, or so skin tight people could actually see the outline of my birth canal, then Wal-mart was the place to be, for I have discovered they were hoochie mama central. But since that's not me... in fact, it's the total opposite for this convent educated lady, wal-mart was in fact the wrong place to be. But on a Sunday night at 9:30, it seems IT was the place to be, judging by the hoards of humanity.

So for now, a pair of fetching guys sweat pants will have to be. Because truthfully, I'm holding out for Monday being a much luckier day for me!

A day when I'm finally reunited with my nice, soft, comfortably breathable bras & panties!

I'll keep you posted, so we'll see!

Posted by Michele at August 6, 2006 11:01 PM | TrackBack