...today. I wore yellow.
My mom, if she saw me, would be shocked. Despite her urging, I've put up a fight against all shades of yellow for years and years. It didn't matter whether it was mustard, saffron, lemon, or (being a good former Ann Arbor girl) maize. I wasn't wearing it. She claimed that it would play off my blonde hair (psh), and I countered that it just wasn't a good color for me.
Then I went shopping on Friday, and found a cute, well-fitting top that just happened to be buttery-yellow. I took it to the fitting room, expecting to be disappointed (although, if you expect disappointment, can you really say that you're disappointed?). Foolish me -- I love the top. It's still not my best color, but who can be grumpy when you're wearing such a sunshiny hue?
In other news, and a funny story, my need for my cell phone was legitimatized this weekend during a shopping excursion up to Pearland. When there's no toilet paper in your bathroom stall, and the rest of the place is empty, desperate times call for desperate text messages -- and laughing friends.
Finally, a third unrelated topic: I wish the time hadn't changed this weekend -- or ever. I had just gotten adjusted to Central time, and was thrust back an hour in the other direction. I'm sleepy today, but in good spirits.
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