This one time, I walked into a bathroom...

Do you ever have those moments where you just wonder what kind of alternate reality you've walked in to?

I did that recently.

I was tired - which seriously, I'm so tired of hearing come out of my mouth, but I am. I'm exhausted and I feel like I never catch up on sleep.

So, I was tired. So very very tired and looking it.

Like death warmed over. Or a bag of poo. Your choice - they're both fairly accurate lately.

I was driving in New England and stopped at one of those nice roadside gas/food/snack places. Had a Starbucks & everything.

Got my gas, was going to grab some water and realized that I needed to go to the bathroom.

Finding the signs I headed towards the bathrooms. Found the door with the "Women" sign on it and pushed open the door.

As I walked into the bathroom I noticed the stalls. At the bottom of the stalls' doors I saw legs.

Which would have been all fine and normal, in most circumstances.

However, these legs were encased in workboots and faded out jeans.

Slowing to a stop I did that little half bend. You know, where you're looking to see if someone is in a stall. But I wasn't looking to see if there was an empty one (which there was), but to get a closer look at the boots.

I turned right back around, opened the door & looked at the sign on the outside.

Yep, said "Women".

I turned back & went to that empty stall.

But I laughed about it on my way back to the hotel.

Because in most circumstances, I doubt I would have even thought twice about the workboots.

Except I was in New England and I was tired. And at that point it made all the sense in the world to me.

Happy Wednesday!

A wedding bathroom story

I can't explain to you how much I love this picture.

Two of my very closest girl friends, a handsome U.S. Marine (who happens to be one of my girlfriend's husband & also a close friend) and my Mr. Potts.

What more could a girl ask for in a great picture?

I'll tell you - a dress that is super pretty. A dress which defies all and can be appropriate for any occasion.

That dress was worn to a summer wedding in New Orleans when one of my best friends in the world married his beautiful bride.


That dress carried me through a very hot Louisville engagement party (first picture above) - seriously, I stood over an air vent to try and cool off.

Both events were very hot.

Wedding in NOLA in July, Engagement Party in Louisville in August.

I have never been so hot though as I was when this dress was most recently worn on Sunday for a mid-day wedding.

An outdoor, mid-day wedding in July. In North Carolina.

Y'all. I can't tell you how hot I was.

Forget the pretty "wedding" hair I arrived with. I had that stuff twisted up off my neck, not caring what it turned into. I had sweat running through my hair, down my back, in between my toes.

Getting the picture I'm painting?

Mr. Potts was fanning me, I was fanning myself, our friends in the seats behind us were fanning me.

I thought I was going to die; I was so hot I actually got faint. When they asked us to stand for certain parts, it was a real relief since I could un-stick my dress from my body.

"...pronounced man and wife..."

Can I escape to the AC?

"...present you Mr. and Mrs. ..."

Can I leave yet? There they go! Next up, bridal party. I'm OUT!

I jetted for the bathroom of the resort.

Where I grabbed those nice little washcloths that they'd put out to dry your hands with and proceeded to soak it with ice cold water.

Once it was good and cold, I locked myself in the bathroom and tried to sponge off.

Where I promptly realized I needed a little more skin, less clothing.

So I unzipped my dress, pulled it off, hung it to dry (or at least wring out) and proceeded to take a French hoor's bath.

It was amazingly refreshing, don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise.

Other than that, it was a nice wedding. I hope no one noticed me sprinting to the bathroom after the wedding party.

Happy Tuesday, y'all!