Last weekend my mom came up for a visit. Sometimes, even as an adult, you just need your mom. Sometimes I like to think she needs me too. I’m lucky that once I grew up, she and my sister, Ber, became my very best friends.
Per usual, Mom and I spent the day Saturday shopping in a nearby town. We had coffee, ate lunch, and wasted time together – my favorite sort of day.
After lunch, we lazed our way through a department store and finally made our way to the fitting rooms. The store was busy and the fitting rooms hadn’t been emptied for a while; so when we entered our room I spotted a few pairs of crazy leggings.
I held up one pair and said, “Oh I have to try these on and send a picture to Little K. He’ll think it’s great!”
So the way-too-small Captain
America leggings picture was sent,
and Mr. B reported that Little K thought they were very cool.
|Don't those shields look impressive on my thunder thighs?|
Mom and I were missing Ber, so we decided she needed to see the picture too. Ber was trying to be so nice and not hurt my feelings, not knowing that 3 hours away we were laughing so hard we were snorting (and likely bothering anyone in a 40-foot radius).
Me: Yes or no?
Me: Damn. Ok thanks.
Ber: Do you like them? They look fine. I don’t like the pattern.
Me: Maybe I just need a bigger size…
As we are cackling at ourselves, I decided to mess with Ber just a little more, and try on the even smaller, uglier leggings that were also abandoned in our fitting room.
So I take the picture, and because I am howling with laughter, I accidentally sent it to someone with the last name Berns. Yes, some random dude had is lovely Saturday interrupted with an unsolicited picture of my big ass in too-tight Mickey Mouse leggings. I don’t know this Mr. Berns. Mr. B’s iTunes account synced with mine and it had never been a problem before. I have no clue if this is a high school buddy, a work contact, a CEO, a consultant, or the next
governor. I quickly send a text telling
him “Sorry… wrong number.” He quickly
replied, “No problem. Nice picture
|Muffin tops and Mickey Mouse.|
I am in tears laughing, and thinking about how annoyed Mr. B will be was only making me laugh harder.
Not giving up the opportunity for Ber to be impressed with my fashion choices, the charade continued:
Me: Are these better?
Ber: I guess… I’m not a huge fan of theme stuff on my workout gear. I would rather just have a pattern or design.
Me: Totally messing with you. They were in the room when we went in. Couldn’t help myself.
Ber: Ok good. They are ugly!
Me: Sure are.
Me: Also some guy in my contact list also got the second picture because his last name is Berns and I selected his name instead of yours because I was laughing so hard.
Ber: I just choked on my water.
I was right in thinking Mr. B wouldn’t find this whole thing nearly as hilarious as I do (he also requested I find a way to un-sync our phones). But lucky for me, he is used to me being ridiculous.
Have fun, be silly, and thank you for keeping me In Good Company.