This must be how the celebrities feel when getting photographed without make-up

Yesterday, I had the rare privilege of getting to go to the store.  You may think that is no privilege at all.  You may think that going to the store is more like a burden.  A chore.

But when you get to go to Safeway at 10:00 in the morning on a Tuesday without kids or blackberry that is buzzing every minute with a new email, you’ll see where I’m coming from.   It was a slice of heaven.  Yes I am aware that it makes me mildly pathetic to be excited about going to the store on Tuesday morning.

The grocery store during the week is a totally different experience than going on the weekend.  For one, there are way more senior citizens in da house.  I’m guessing the “retirement home” does a weekly trip over to the Safeway because seriously I’ve never seen a gaggle of little old ladies at Safeway before. 

Since I was working from home, I just threw a jean jacket over my working-from home-clothes (aka my pajamas).  I couldn’t say with any certainty if I had brushed my teeth, washed my face, or put on a bra before I jumped into the car to quickly get to the store before my next conference call. 

I never expected to run into any one I know. I never run into anyone at the store.  So imagine my surprise when I hear Mom Without a Map's voice.  I had two choices - quickly turn down another aisle and hope that she doesn’t see me OR live up to the fact that I still have remnants of yesterdays eye make-up and own my slobby appearance.   Since I’m a sucker for self-deprecation, I went for the latter.  I shouted over to Michelle “You really are stalking me” and we had a good laugh.

We were both in a rush.  She, more so.  She quickly needed to get her stuff while pushing two kids in a cart and looking like she could pop at any moment.  Just so you know, Michelle, I took a CPR class in college and I could TOTALLY birth your baby.  You know, in case you are ever in Safeway and I happen to be there too and you instantaneously go into labor and have to push right that moment.  I could do it.   We were courteous to one another, chatted for a moment, and then departed ways to finish our shopping.  After all, we just met a few days ago at BlogHer, found out that we live super duper close to one another, and promised to get together soon.  I don’t think either of us imagined that two days later we would be running into each other in the local grocery store. 

I was so high from 1.) not having my child in tow and 2.) running into a new bloggy friend, I ended up spending $82.17 on groceries when I went into the store for bread, cheese, and lunchmeat.  The store was so gloriously stocked (another advantage of going during the week), that I took advantage of all the sale items. 

I also learned a valuable lesson.  Now that I have a SAHM friend in my city, I can never leave the house without my make-up on. 

And a bra too. 

Comments

[Michelle]

Oh GOD... you are completely reading my mind. I did not shower. I had no bra on. Both my kids had already downed 3/4 of the 'bribe' hot chocolate I had given them if they would stay sitting in the cart. And then I turn and saw you. Which by the way, I didn't notice anything of the things you said, and was simply saying in my head "I bet I don't look so awesome now" over and over until I had to run away down the next aisle. Frankly I was praying that my kids didn't pull the same crap they always pull... taking random fruit and veggies from the produce section and eating it while I am chasing them yelling NO. I figured that wouldn't be the best intro into my 'normal life'. If you still care to hang out with me after witnessing me in real life... just wait another month. When I am there with 3 kids and literally BAWLING because I can't find the applejuice aisle... I give you permission to walk away and pretend you don't know me. Until then, I will look for you to help birth my baby.

[Nicole]

Oh please, you're both hot enough to pull that off, although the no bra while preggo sounds painful :) I, on the other hand, routinely walk the dogs in my pjs, welcome to apt life. And can I just say, so jealous you two get to run into each other.