This probably won't surprise anyone who even remotely knows me and my insane worries about nothing important.
I do not know what to wear on the $&#*^# wine tour.
I envisioned myself in black jeans, cute flats, a cashmere long sleeved t-shirt and a long, beautiful scarf.
I have the flats.
We will be traipsing through 6 vineyards, sampling wines and chocolate inside a winery, visiting wine cellars and listening to people who use words like full-bodied and aromas and fermenting.
I like my wine like I like my men: fruity and sweet.
If I have to taste anything red and dry I shall surely barf and that would surely count me out for any future get-togethers with these girls.
But back to clothing.
I planned to wear Uggs because it will be cold and snowy and maybe muddy but they are clompy and not at all girly.
I thought about some funky knee length boots with a small heel but then I would have to worry about the mud.
I thought about skinny jeans with the funky boots but that idea makes me sweat and cry.
So, I am going shopping tonight.
One of our employees just got off of house arrest (for DUI) and wants to go to the city to shop (she cannot drive for a year) and Mr. F volunteered me to take her shopping and to try my favorite sushi place.
When your husband tells you to go shopping and to eat sushi, you cannot refuse.
Plus, I really like this girl, she is trying to get her life together and looks up to me (comical, I know)
So, I am going to wander around aimlessly with a 25 year old who shops at Hollister and Aeropostale and Wet Seal and look for something to wear this weekend.
And get some Clinique mascara.
It is 10:30 in the morning and I have worn myself out worrying about what to wear to a winery in 2 days.
And I wonder why I am always so tired.