Wednesday, May 11, 2016

I owned it. 
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Today Lottie and I had about three hundred errands to run.  
Well, when I say "Lottie and I" I really just mean me, 
but we are a packaged deal, so you know.
Anwyay, I always end our errands at the bread store so 
Lottie can pick up a piece of her her favorite 
pumpkin chocolate chip bread for being such a good girl.
So there we were at the busiest hour of the day in the crowded store.
Lottie was clearly done.  Done with errands, done of waiting around for me, 
done of getting in and our of her car seat every ten minutes. DONE.
On top of that she had to tinkle so so bad.  
As I was conversing with the cute girl behind the counter
 Lottie crawled under my skirt.  
Just as I handed over my debt card, Lottie climbed out from under 
my skirt and lifted it up well over her head and well over my backside.
"LOTTIE" I yelled and quickly turned around just in time to see a 
young man quickly shoot his head down and awkwardly look at his phone.
For a split second I thought about ignoring the whole situation, 
grabbing Lottie's hand and my bread and, getting the heck out of there.
Instead I owned it.
With my face bright red I turned around laughed and waved to the crowd behind me.
The dude smiled but would not look up from his phone.
I laughed hysterically out loud for hours after the incident, 
and laughed even louder re-telling the story to the 
Little Nies when I picked them up for school.
What would I do without Lottie?