Saturday, August 14, 2010
The tiny hairs on the back of my neck immediately stood on end. Hackles raised, I glanced to the right. Three women glared at me as if I stood between them and their last meal. My survival hearing picked up the desperate hiss the young girl in the middle whispered.
“Momma, I want THAT dress.”
I locked my arms around the waist of the gown and through bared teeth instructed my daughter. “Get your sister over here now.”
We stood as one. The coveted dress locked in my arms and marched victoriously to the dressing room to try on the prize.
We bought the dress and emerged unscathed from the shop. I’m just hoping when my other daughter decides to marry, I’m given enough time for a few preparation workouts at the gym.