I ate at Dales Steak House last night. It was good, but if I go back, I won’t get the crab cakes again. I decided to dress up a little, and I put on a pants suit type outfit, only to notice halfway through the meal my jacket was on inside out. Thankfully, it’s pretty dark in there.
Reminds me of the time in high school when I wore my rust colored blouse inside out…like the blouse wasn’t able to call enough attention to itself.
Then there was the time at youth camp when I wore my dress the correct way, but ended up falling down in front of the older (teenager) guy I’d been ogling all night. Yeah...missed the bench entirely, ended up in the floor. It just wasn’t pretty. He made some comment about it “teaching me to stare.” I was only 11 or 12…I don’t think I looked at him again the whole week.
I’ve been scared of storms my whole life. I’m really tired of the fear. God and are going to have a talk about it…I think He can take care of this little thing for me.