One time in middle school we had 'dress up' days. Any ways, I was in a skirt just above my knees. I was wearing a pair of my mom's shoes and pantyhose. I went to the bathroom right before I started walking home. So after I went to the bathroom I took off and walked home. I took the long way home I don't remember why I wanted to walk that way, but it was on the main road of town. I got a lot of honks and hoots and yells and so on and so forth. After so many cars I got tired of it and someone honked at me and I turned around and flipped him off.My shoes I was wearing were cutting into the back of my feet. I walked into my house threw my bag down turned around lifted my foot onto the couch and said to my mom 'see what these shoes have done to me today?' She busted out laughing and said ' well if you pull the back of your skirt down it might help.' I turned and looked at her and accidently said WTF? so I ran into her bedroom (she had a full lenth mirror.) I turned around and I started crying and I explained to her what I did on the way home. And all the honks. She couldn't stop laughing at me.
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So to get my mom back now for laughing at me I have to tell a story about her. (This is very off topic kind of.) My mom doesn't bake and here is one of the reasons why. One day she decided to make some cookies for us as she was standing in the kitchen using a mixer to mix the cookies. My brother and I yelled for her. She lifted up the mixer and turned her head and her hair went right to the mixer. Her hair was wrapped around the mixer beaters. My brother me and my dad couldn't stop laughing long enough to ask her if she was ok. She had to cut the mixer out of her hair. Ever since then she hasn't used a mixer. She just bought a new one but it's attached to a base with a bowl on it for mixing.![]()
Katie
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