Went to a couple stores on Sunday, a store called Garden Fresh Market (fresh produce and whatnot) and the other i'll get to in a moment.

At the produce store, no comments, just interesting looks from people.

The real story from Sunday came when i went to a local mall for a Valentine's Day gift for my wife. She, like most women who have had two kids, doesn't think she's as hot as I, her husband, know she is. So I decided to go to Fredericks of Hollywood to get a little something for her to remind her. Unbeknownst to me, the mall stores opened at Noon. I got there at 11:45 and sat on a bench. Plenty of time for stares and looks from passersby. The teeny-boppers waiting to get into a shop where they do hair and nails; the guy in the ballcap walking with his girlfriend who gave me the uncomfortable "sup, man" as they walked by.

Then it really hit me: I'm going into Fredricks of Hollywood kilted. All I could think about where the teenagers and what kind of smartass teenager I was. Like "What would I have said about the guy in the (percieved at the time) skirt going into the Lingerie store?" FULL ALERT: PREPARRE FOR SMARTASS COMMENTS!



But there were none.



Was a good day.