…or at least one of my very favorite stores.
W says, “I want you to look slutty even during casual times,” in reference to a trip we are taking next weekend to the wilds of WI. Umm…okaaay…”slutty casual.” What does that even mean? I think, okay, maybe, Daisy Duke’s? Like that? Of course at present, I don’t even have ONE PAIR of shorts that fit. And if I did, they wouldn’t come close to qualifying as slutty. More like…schlumpy hiking. So, uh, yeah. Got that slutty casual right here.
So, off to Goodwill I go. Because not only do I need to wear slutty casual, but I need to not be worried about damaging or getting these casually slutty clothes dirty. We’ll be in the woods, after all. Uh-huh. But lo and behold, what do I find? A whole RACK of denim skirts so short they barely cover my ass! Aha! That’s what he means by slutty casual! And at $3 each, they can get dirty, torn, cut-up, whatever, and I don’t care. Woot!
And now, the fun part is that I get to go home and model my old/new casual slutwear for the SO.
Oh, text message from this AM:
Me: So I bought this book called “The Butt Book” today. I’m gonna get me a nice round ass.
SO: Cool. I can get behind that!
Heh. Maybe I can get him to get “behind that” tonight, after I strut around for him. I love how everything just fits in my life.