I hope Irene was a non-event for most of you ladies and you can all still look forward to enjoying the impending Labor Day weekend with(or -out) your friends and fam!
So on average I consider myself to be a pretty decent member of modern society - I hold the door open for people behind me, I don't throw trash on the streets, I return shopping carts to the corral, I don't get on the 15 items or less line with 16 items, I don't steal parking spots if I notice someone else already going for it, etc.
But once in a while, I fail. Actually about once a year, I have a douchebag moment - completely unintended of course, but it happens, and honestly the sooner it does in a given year, the quicker I can mentally check that off and have it behind me. So let's call this post my annual bad person confessional.
This year's D-bag moment waited until this past weekend, when I was drawn by a power beyond me to go grabbing for a box of toys (for the nephew) near the bottom of a Costco-size display of the exact same toy, whereupon, of course I started the unstoppable avalanche of Erector sets. And as I was alone in said aisle and turning twelve shades of purple, I turned on the big neon "D" on my forehead and walked slowly away from the mess, la dee da.
Last year, my big D held out until literally the last possible day and involved another superstore, my BF and my pup. BF and I were so excited about adopting our little furry pile of love that we didn't realize until we were on our way home from the pound that we had nothing to support a dog - not a collar, not a spec of food, not a bed. So we detoured it to our neighborhood pet supply store, BF with Pacey in tow and me pushing a shopping cart. Halfway down the first aisle, poor anxiety-ridden pup couldn't hold it in anymore and made a splattering - uh huh - mess on the floor. So BF and I did what any other decent new dog owner would do and wordlessly parted ways - he towards the exit with the pup and me whistling my way down the aisle and through the rest of the store to finish our shopping.
I recall driving too close to a parked car when I was just learning and bending its side view mirror all the way back, then skitting off at my breakneck 20mph. I knocked the arm off one of my dad's porcelain statues as a kid and super-glued it back on without telling him. I convinced my high school music teacher to write me a tardy slip even though we both knew I had been goofing off somewhere. I was ticked that someone was following me too closely on the highway so I tapped my brakes (hard) and squealed them away.
Typing this all out is giving me a major case of the Guilties, even though those some of those incidents occurred a long time ago, and thankfully they were brief and rare. And if I could totally go back and undo or choose not to do them, I totally would.
Oh please tell me that I am not alone in human faulty-hood. Let's play bloggy confessional - do you have any rare "why in the world did I do that?" moments you'd like to share?
Dress: Velvet via Anthro whirligig (sim here, Dreamy Drape orange twin here)
Belt: Anthro city safari (worn here - sim-ish here, if this belt was a pair of shorts here)
Shoes: Seychelles she's got the moves (worn here)
Earrings: T+J Designs (worn here)
Polish: Opi teal we meet again