Summer This, Summer That...

     A day off.  Lovely.  I planned on starting by sleeping in.  The sun, my tangled sheets, and my stupid pillow had other plans.  7:00am...wide awake.  Can I just say that there is nothing more unsatisfying than waking up before your alarm and having ample time to turn off  three pre-set alarms.  Strike One for the day.
     Fine.  Whatever.  I'll get up.  Shower...and because I was up so early, there was time for a small concert series.  This was nice:)  Getting dressed today was no walk in the park either.  It should have been a comfy t-shirt day...but it was not.  Mostly because I am not really a comfy t-shirt sort-of-girl.  I'd like to be...but I haven't gotten there yet.  I tried on my whole closet...twice.  Instead of sleeping in tangled sheets tonight, I'll be using a pullover for a pillow, and a blanket made out of draped tank tops.  I finally settled on jeans and a ruffled tank...which I later regretted, as I was walking through the mall with my bosses baby, and my strapless bra on display...she felt my shirt served better purpose as a toy! Ehhh, Strike Two.
     I was walking past Abercrombie & Fitch...and honestly, the cologne billowing from the stores entrance was almost unbearable, that and the fact that I was probably going to be the only person over the age of seventeen, but I'm an adventurous girl, so I ventured in anyway.  I circled one rack...laughed at my presence in the store, and left.  There is just something not super appealing about wearing a shirt that says 'Who Needs Brains When You Have These...'  At seventeen I might of laughed and considered...at twenty-three, I still laugh... but seriously Abercrombie?  I was offered a job at an Abercrombie once, and at the time I was certain it was going to be my leap into the fashion circuit.  Of course I would have started as a cashier, maybe a greeter...and then I'd likely make my move to Model/Official Spokesperson(this is where I'd put the 'I'm kidding, haha'...except that at 15, I thought I was being discovered.)  In hindsight, it could have been that I was most likely wearing their clothes head to toe.  But I'm sure I flattered myself into thinking that they wanted me to work their because of my great fashion sense and gracious people skills...
     I think strike three came when I was trying to put  baby to sleep.  Mainly because as I was pushing baby through the mall, I could feel the glares and quick glances at my ring-less left finger.  I cut my losses here, smiled, and said 'Come on love, let's go find Daddy', and resorted to rocking baby inside the store, while her mom shopped some.
  Revelation of the day:  I could most definitely be content with a career as a nanny.  A calling of sorts...  So much fun, and I don't even get paid to play with this little one.
     What I love about summer is that despite the repetitive school...work...school...work schedule, is that it is still summer, and I can't be anything but content with where I am at.  Life is good, healthy, and full of lovely people.
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