Dave: "Let's take the donkey to a coffee shop." ("Donkey" = Hazel, our dog)
Me: "Can I go out in this?" The panic was creeping in at the edges.
Me: "But look, if I have to bend over to pick something up, look what shows! And if I have to sit on something, look what comes in contact with the chair!!" Yes, I was moving toward full-on panic mode.
Yeah, no dress is worth that, right? OK, whew, first thing in the "get this the heck outa here" pile. This is easy! (Though I may need some therapy when I'm done.) Oh, and if you see me around in the next week or so, please know that I'm likely test driving something. Your input is greatly appreciated...and, perhaps, some chamomile tea to settle my nutty panicky nerves. Eesh!
I'd love it if you'd take that "like" button for a test drive!!