IT'S DA SWEATER

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

So I got a sweatshirt in Hawaii because I forgot I might need one while horseback riding. We went to Wal-Mart and I got something from the junior's department that kind of looks like this, but red and more croppy.

I wore it again today. I kind of like it.

When Don saw me he said, "are you going to work in that?"

When Becca saw me she said, "cool, Mommy!"

When Sarah saw me she said, "oh my GOD are you kidding. You can't leave the house in that. PLEASE don't tell me you're coming to school with me this morning...."

I have to admit, the sweatshirt did give me some sort of bad-ass hip hop power. I said yo yo baby and peace out, dawg. I was hecka bootsy. I looked like I was their older sister.

"Mom. I am begging you. Go home and change," Sarah said to me at her classroom door.

"C U, BFF," I told her. Several of her male classmates marveled at me. Sarah rolled her eyes and explained to them that I had lost my mind.

Then I went to work. My partner thought I looked cool (thanks, Michael). I guess advertising people are mentally around Becca's age. Clearly, the sweatshirt has magical powers of youthfulness. I will have to handle with care.