To the saleswoman who smugly remarked that I "should've been buying dresses in July because that's when we had them in the store," let me just say this. How do you know I was shopping for a Christmas dress for Kate? If your "seasonal" lines run so darn far ahead of the calendar, then how do you know I wasn't shopping for the child's Easter dress??? So, why don't you have any dresses???
Natch. One of those retorts that escapes you until minutes after the fact. . . Just as well. Wasn't a very nice thing to say. I do believe the smartass is overpowering the spiritual in my mind lately.
The other day, I was describing the rough looking town near the house we're looking at, and I told someone who has only just met me last week, "Well, I can use a shotgun if I need to, but I don't really want to have to do that." She laughed and said, "I could tell that about you." What?? Uh-oh, must be the bad attitude showing itself!
Oh, back to the Christmas dress (the only one in a size 6 in the entire town, not counting the hideous corduroy jumper that even I wouldn't have worn when I was six and that was in style). Should I offer to sew some jingle bells on it for tonight's Christmas program? or do you think Kate the 6 year old inside the 60-something personna will find it toooooooooo embarrassing?