And great exposure it was.
Tuesday morning, I set out two different outfits each for The Daughters to chose from. They chose nothing I picked out. Then I nervously stood in front of my closet, channeled my inner 14 year old and whined, "I have nothing to wear!" We had to leave the house in 30 minutes, and I stood naked lamenting the fact that I didn't anything but a closet full of clothes that just wouldn't do.
Without much thought, I bought off the rack at Hellmart. (I always do, but I like saying that anyway.) I ran in, grabbed a cute shirt I had spied the night before while standing in line to see The Pioneer Woman. (Three hours: That's how long we stood in line. I know you were wondering.) I threw the shirt on, and The Daughters and I were on our way to Tulsa to meet with Rick Wells.
Jill, my fellow Mother, was already at the park with her off-spring, and The Daughters and I arrived just as Rick and Troy The Cameraman arrived. We filmed our kiddos playing and then Jill and I talked with Rick about the fabulous opportunity we had in being a part of Listen To Your Mother. In about an hour, we were done.
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| Be careful what you wish for. I wished for exposure... |
Great. Was it stained? Was it ripped? Was the sticky tag that said, "Size: Big Fat Momma" still sticking to my boob-al area?" I glanced down at my front as Daughter 1 continued her tirade.
"I'm so embarrassed, Momma! You were on national TV looking like that!" (It wasn't national, of course; but I don't want to dash her image of me, and I kinda like the way it sounds!) "You are totally showing off your bra!"
I glanced again. Holy Smokes. She was right. I knew the top was loose. I had adjusted my blouse no less than 26 times in the 60 minutes we filmed and I still had my purple bra for all to see.
Oh well... at least I made an impression!
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