Today I made the mistake of going to Target to try on some clothes. I thought I'd pick something cute up like a more current looking skirt or something. Big mistake, because I just got depressed about my looks and overweightness. Gotta love those oh-so-honest changing room mirrors that are angled so that you can see all the jiggles on your back, and how wide you are. Thankyousomuch, target!
I came to two conclusions: I'm fatter than I think I am, and I don't look good in trendy clothes. Who am I kidding? I'm probably too old for the Target trendy look (lots of loud funky prints and not enough modesty) anyhow. Who am I kidding?
So I did not buy anything. I thought about sneaking into Steinmart, where they have clothes for middle aged people, but decided not to spend the money, since it cost over forty dollars to fill up my minivan with gas.
Blech. Blarch. Pfffffft.
I'd better find a way to cheer up because Wes and I are supposed to go out for our big 17th Wedding Anniversary Date tonight. Must. Put. On. Happy. Face.