As you from previous posts, I am a uncool-mom. Not that I mind. I can be hip in my Mom Jeans and Walmart sandals from three years ago, right?
I have taken uncoolness to new levels these last few weeks. I have made strides that has left me feeling like a birdie let out of a cage. The big one is….
I have infiltrated…The Coffee Shop Scene. *gasp*
“How did you do it?” you may be sputtering.
I am not sure.
Even though I don’t have dreads, piercings, a Blackberry and may not always be color-co-ordinated. No one seems to mind that I am there.
I think, as long I spend money, they will let me keep coming.
I think they may be on to me though.
Catching onto my uncoolness.
I’ve caught people stealing glances at my laptop carrying case. It’s a snazzy black number. It’s my little secret that, in all reality, is not a laptop carrying case. It’s a diaper bag. Complete with formula stains on the sides. Which is pathetically amusing considering we haven’t had formula in our house for 2 years.
Thank Gawd the “Similac” logo is on the INSIDE.
Hey, any port in a storm.
I think if I tidy it up a bit and remove the paper teddy bear tag from it, I may just get away with this.
I may even start a new trend. 🙂