I am late for everything. I have two teen sons, a full time job (I call it my “Big girl job”), the Vintage Warehouse space and have a full load at USF. So what that means is that when I am somewhere…somewhere else is a sufferin’. I have to work extra hard at everything to get it done and that includes scoring my good junk and antiques to paint. And before you get your thong in a wad, I am not all about painting great-Aunt-Gerties prized Berkey and Gay buffet that has been in the family 3 generations. I am about getting a half sanded buffet that Jolene is selling for her crack habit. (I am kidding about the crack but it’s funny to say so I do). I haul these half sanded junkerz in and they roll back out like they have had Botoxx and a full-on ass-lift. So, I see it as a service to it.
At any rate… I rolled up to one of my face honey holes (I can’t tell you where or I’ll have to take you out) and on the step were these tops…a bikini, a ragged out bra and a push up bra. Panic came over me as I feared it was Topless Tuesday at the honey hole and here I was knocking these A and B cups straight out of the game. A tingle rushed up as I knew that if this were a contest for a discont that I WAS GONNA WIN!. I quickened my step, rushed the door to see every heiffer in there with a shirt on. Dang… I had missed it again… me and my full schedule.