In the wee hours of the morning, in my pink robe, matching slippers, and with my hair piled high, I drove Kelby to my parents' house to get his car.
My mom used to do that if we were running late for school and didn't have time to walk.
I'm only 22. It's a little soon.
What if I'd gotten stopped or in a wreck. I considered going to the Urban Dillons on Douglas and Hillside (I would have blended right in) but decided against it. I'll be hanging up my robe and stowing away my slippers so they're ready for me 5 kids and 20 years from now.
Please don't take offense, Mom. Role model extraordinaire though you are, this is one item that I'm going to try to put off emulating for as long as possible.
I love that you call it the urban Dillons. Nicer sounding than ghetto
ReplyDeleteI stole that from my friend, Heidi. I used to call it ghetto too but Urban's kind of growing on me. I call the central and rock one gucci.
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