A Swim Series Interruption
To the injured patrons of the Payson, Arizona Del Taco
When you were attempting to enjoy your supreme nacho cheese fries yesterday afternoon at approximately 4:32 pm, your meal was rudely interrupted. My family and I were journeying home from a weekend in the mountains, when 19 ounces of Powerade and personal needs required the benefits of a public restroom.
Unfortunately, a thorough round of inadequately dried laundry left me with only pajamas as a travel ensemble. While I had attempted to layer a tank under the slightly transparent top. The pajama bottoms were unmistakeably soiled with regurgitated remains of Coco’s bottle.
Beyond floral elastic waistband pants in the afternoon, my husband had packed away all my shoes at the bottom of the suitcase and suggested I wear his running shoes for my entry into the public domain. Normally I don’t even wear my own running shoes off the athletic track, let alone oversized, men’s slighlty sweaties.
In summary, my appearance may have ruined your meal and nauseated your appetite. If you would be so kind as so send me your name and mailing address, I’d be happy offer you a macho taco voucher.
Shamefully yours,
Reachel
Feed me fashionably fresh
so good to know that the queen of cardigan empire is humbly human :o)
so wish your adoring husband would’ve snapped a photo for us. you could have used it to educate us on fashion woes!
that is so so funny. I can only imagine it in my mind. Ive never really seen u out of sorts fashion wise- not even when ive seen you in pj’s….LOVE YA
i feel horrible. no doubt she got the sickies from hudson. poor coco.
oh, I’m sorry for your misfortune.
but, it is VERY refreshing to know that even you, the Empress herself, can acknowledge that sometimes motherhood (or just life generally) slams down a trump card over all fashion sense.
LOL you are always so put together, and here I am in a pair of terry sweatpants and the same shirt I slept in contemplating whether I will shock the neighbors if I run out and get the mail. Your post did my heart good.
xoxoxo
So the Empress had no clothes? An unfortunate dilemma to be sure, but take heart from the fact that the establishment was a Del Taco. Your attire was probably FAR from the worst they had seen that day.
I used to live in Payson, Arizona. Trust me when I say that your attire was no worse than most of the population of that “quaint” little town.
You still looked as beautiful as ever, I’m quite certain… You could never spoil someones meal, a porcelin face, a radiant smile, nope, not possible… This was a great picture in my head the whole time I read this post… Really enjoyed it..
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That’s why we love you, Reachel! Despite the fashion pedestal we all put you upon, you are still beautifully humble and human…if even for just a minute. Loved the apology!!!
Honestly Reachel, it makes the rest of us feel so much better about ourselves to know that you have days like that too! I only wish there was a picture 🙂
You’re hilarious! I guess even the best of us have moments like this.
Can you hear the cackling? And so, like the Velveteen Rabbit you are real. Love it.