how come it seems like every single time you have to run to the store to grab something 'real quick' you run into someone you know? now, i'll admit, as a guy and a pretty well could care less what i look like one at that i don't really give a thought to what i look like most of the time. becca on the other hand, she's got to look good. i don't get it. make-up, nice pants and nice 'top' (not shirt!) to get groceries?
haha, it always seems like when i convince her it won't take long and not to worry about changing or drying her hair or whatever we run into somebody we know and i get berated for the next 48 hours on how it was my fault she didn't look good when we ran into somebody we knew. it was pretty cool last night though, we went grocery shopping and happened across two of our friends in seperate parts of the store who had just come from working out. here we were fresh from dinner and lookin pretty spiffy if i might say so myself. did i get any thanks? not this time. when we look good, i've learned by now i had nothing to do with it. :)