Sadly, I am not talking about “Maintain a perfect blow out every single day”
I was at Target this weekend, running in for Just One Thing, No Really, Stop Looking At Me Like That I Just Needed ONE THING AND THAT IS ALL I AM GETTING, GOD, so of course I ended up buying a new hat and sunglasses:
Yes. I bought $5.99 Target sunglasses because they almost kind of maybe sort of look like the Tami Taylor aviators. Sadly for everyone reading this post who has NO idea who Tami Taylor is, Google Images has not a single good pic of Tami in her aviators, so my advice to you right now is to go buy Season 1 of Friday Night Lights and call me in the morning.
For the rest of you: Look, I understand that Tami Taylor would NEVER wear that hat, but not everyone has the Lustrous Locks, so: hat. But also: Tami Taylor (knock off) sunglasses! I then promptly instructed the husband to call me Tami whenever I had them on, to which he replied something along the lines of “Sure, because I cannot think of a logical reason why I wouldn’t considering logic has left the realm of this conversation a long long time ago.”
ANYWAY, I mostly thought he was humoring me and we didn’t really talk about it again until I came home from work today (oh, HI, when I say “from work today” I mean my first day at the only new company I’ve worked at since I was *23*, so, you know, Hello Life Change) and there were two birthday presents waiting for me.
Now, my birthday is not until next Monday (if you’re doing the math: that’s the 4th of July, and yes it is indeed a SUPER AWESOME day to have a birthday), however it appeared SOMEONE (me) was too excited about presents to keep them a secret that long. I was instructed to pick one of the two boxes as a “pre-birthday present present that is still totally a birthday present”
You guys. He totally bought me Tami Taylor Cowboy Boots to go with my Tami Taylor Sunglasses.
Now, look: I get that cowboy boots are not, for us mortals, everyday wear (I mean, I wouldn’t wear them to a funeral, for instance. Who do you think I am? Lyla Garrity? Sheesh.) But damn if I don’t love them. And they will be worn, oh yes, they will be worn. I know I’m not actually Tami Taylor, but that never stopped a girl from trying, amirite?