Come and Get Me, 2012!

Happy New Year!  Sure, it’s the 4th of January, and I forgot it was my turn to blog today, but hey, HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I think good ole Oprah said it best:    “Cheers to a new year and another chance for us to get it right.”  ~Oprah Winfrey

Except, well, I think I may have already goofed up.  We have new neighbors.  They’re probably really nice people.  But here’s the situation.  The other day I was home writing.  (Trying to get as much finished as possible before going back to the college this week).  Well, like most writers, I was wearing a comfy pair of yoga pants.  You know, the kind that are cropped right below the knee?  Yeah, comfy.

And a pair of thick, warm socks.  I can’t write without warm socks on.  It’s weird but it’s me.  So, one sock was pink with blue stripes, the other black with red dots.  Really, they’re warm, I’m inside, and who cares.  Right?

I also had on a ripped T-shirt.  Comfy.  (Getting the theme here?).  My hair was kinda up in sort of a rubber band, and I had no makeup on.  (You think you know where I’m going, but believe me, I’m not there yet).

So, I figure out where I’d left my IPod – in the car!  Now, the car is in the garage, as it should be.  But it has been snowing, the floor of the garage is wet, and hey, it’s cold.  So, I throw on my brown cowboy boots that were by the door.  Okay, they’re kind of cowboy boots.  They’re shaped like cowboy boots, but they only come up right past the ankles.  My socks are longer.

I also throw on my husband’s thick, red, comfy coat.  My hubby is six-foot-five, so the coat comes down almost to my knees.  And…I grab lipstick I put by the door and put it on.  Don’t ask me why.  I thought maybe I should have lipstick on–it’s dry outside–and my lips are chapped.  But…this was a tube I’d gotten out before a big party the other night–oh yeah–bright red. 

So, I go outside wearing the red lipstick, long furry coat, half cowboy boots, yoga pants that only come to my knees and mistmatched socks.  And bright red lipstick.

Guess what?  Yep.  My husband had left the garage door open.  As I walked outside, my new neighbor had just gotten his paper, looked up, and smiled.  I had that moment when I could run back inside (even though he had clearly seen me), or suck it up and stammer something stupid about not usually looking ridiculous.

In the end, I did neither.  I shook his hand, gave my name, and said welcome to the neighborhood.  I wonder how long they’ll stay?   🙂