as miss independent as claim to be.... it all became a fake when i walked in the door to home depot.
i had no idea what i was doing.
this mulch or that? the cheaper one.
i had no idea what i was doing.
this mulch or that? the cheaper one.
this weed eater or that one? the one the guy in the orange apron told me to buy.
the red gloves or the blue ones? red, of course. because they were prettier.
and fertilizer? i have no clue. let's hope i didnt just kill my grass entirely.
so, as i lifted the life size bags {seriously - they were my size} of mulch into my cart, i laughed. in case i thought i was fooling anyone... the purple marc jacobs in the front of the cart gave me away.
so, as i lifted the life size bags {seriously - they were my size} of mulch into my cart, i laughed. in case i thought i was fooling anyone... the purple marc jacobs in the front of the cart gave me away.
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