Then I got hungry.
I decided to grab a quick, fast-food something, even though I'm still doing the "no flour/no sugar" thing -- there would have to be a weekend exception. After getting my Whopper Jr., I played the responsibility card, and stopped in the parking lot to eat. Thinking this was a good chance to catch up on some reading, I flipped through my college alumni magazine while I ate. Midway through "Class Acts," the section where everyone
One of the items on my list was to return the alternate baptism outfit I'd purchased for Bobby at Von Maur. Until I had to buy the outfit, I thought the best thing about Von Maur was their discount shoe room. That's room, people, not a rack. An entire freakin' ROOM. Then I found two very cute, very affordable baptism outfits to choose between, and Von Maur climbed even higher on my list of favorite stores. (When you have a "shoe room," there's almost nothing better in my book, but they succeeded nonetheless.) The thing about Von Maur, in general, is that it's a fairly high-end store. As in, they have marble floors and live piano entertainment to make your shopping experience more enjoyable. Even Tyler, when hearing I was headed there, said, "Wow. That's, like, a really classy place." So, you know if a 17-yr. old boy is aware of their reputation, it's probably a sure thing. And I'm headed there in my obviously ketchup-stained shirt.
We first stopped at the library to find books from two of my very favorite, snarky writers (Laurie Notaro and Jen Lancaster) I realized I could do a pretty good job of hiding the stain, if I held the baby carrier in the crook of my elbow and positioned it more in front of me than to the side. Brilliant. Besides, when you're schlepping around a baby carrier, chances are most people are looking at the baby... not his slob of a mommy.
After leaving the library, I was still borderline mortified about being out in public wearing a stained shirt. (Mom, you raised me well!) All I kept thinking was, "I'm going to Von Maur in a stained shirt. How classy is that?!"
Then, passing the grocery, I saw a mom leaving the store with her two school-aged kids. She appeared to be carrying a sheet cake... leaving her son to carry the case of beer she purchased.
And I worried about not having any class with a stain on my shirt?!?
Ladies and gentlemen,... we have a new winn-ah.
(Believe me, if I could've snapped a photo, I would have. It was THAT awful. But, it made me feel soooooo much better.)