Not too much to say, I can say that with confidence since I've been staring at the screen for practically an hour and haven't come up with anything of significance to relay. So I hope you're having a most excellent week and maybe tomorrow I can come up with something deep and insightful. (Probably not ha)
Memory #58
So my dad actually came to town yesterday to pick up some of his client's work in college station and also got to hang out with me (What a treat). He also brought up a package of shirts I bought. Now let it be stated and known that I bought these shirts not because I thought they were super cute but because they were funny and would go over good at camp and with my middle school girls. Basically I bought a shirt that has cats all over it and looks like a 4th grader might wear it, best case scenario. The first thing my dad says is basically how awful they are (Rude) but whatever I enjoy them and think they are pretty lolzy. Anyways it reminded me of this one time my mom and I were eating dinner at Panda Express. (Have you noticed a lot of my memories have food somewhere in them?) I was wearing this giant sweater. I'll admit it was ugly and giant, but I bought it from goodwill for a dollar and it was really comfy. Basically I have a problem. So I'm wearing this ugly sweater and this woman behind our table whispers not so softly to her son, "Do you see that girl? She looks hideous and that sweater is atrocious." WHO SAYS THAT?! WHO?! My mom had gotten up to get a drink during that time so she hadn't heard this woman. When she sat down my mom immediately got the sense that I was a little upset and questioned me. When I relayed my story my mom got real sassy. Not to the lady because you know. That's rude. But my mom might have started saying certain things loud enough for said rude lady to hear that I won't repeat. But you better believe I was close to laughing. When we got up to leave neither the lady or her son would look at us, it was great.
When we got into the car my mom stopped to tell me how beautiful I was, in her eyes, in my dad's eyes (Even if he thinks my shirts are ugly), and most importantly in God's eyes. Good reminder.
Love Always,
Erin
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