Please tell me it isn't so...

Bad combination= living in a small town+ running out the door to Wal-Mart+ always seeing somebody you know there + being dressed incorrectly.

Here's the story:
Mark and I made a really late night run to Wal-Mart last night (well, not as late as it used to be in college, but we're older now so it's all relative).

I was wearing my "lounging around pants" and a long sleeve tshirt. I just threw my puma shoes on and my winter coat and went out the door.

Once we got there, I noticed people were kind of staring a bit, but I didn't think much of it.

I get home and I felt kind of uncomfortable. I go in the bathroom and notice that the one button I have buttoned on my coat is ALL wrong. You know how when you get your button in the wrong hole and all of a sudden the bottom of one side is 3 inches higher than the other and the top is all bunched up on one side?...Yeah, that was me.

I walked up to Mark and said "Please tell me I wasn't like this the whole time in Wal-Mart" and then just busted out giggling. Again, it was late. But at least I can laugh at my self. That should count for something.

Good thing the "Take Home Chef" from TLC wasn't in Wal-Mart last night. =o)