You see, I went to Wal-Mart. Yes, I'm actually saying it. Using its real name, not some awful moniker born of my hatred. I went there. Purposefully. Even though I said I hated it and refused to go there ever again. I enjoyed my visit. Skipped down the aisles. Went to the electronics department. Purchased a kettlebell (which is awesome, BTW).
While I was there, I bought some things. Things that are embarrassing.
I meandered into the clothing section. THE CLOTHING SECTION. While there, I lovingly admired clothing designed by Miley Cyrus. BY MILEY CYRUS. I admired--then purchased! PURCHASED! What did I buy, you ask? Oh you know, nothing big. Some leggings, a tank top and this one other thing. Nothing big. Just uh, um, A ROMPER. Yes, a romper. Like a thing that a child wears. A one-piece body suit with shorts on the bottom that makes me look even more like I'm 18 years old. There are no snaps on the crotch, but it was cute! C'mon!
Pardon me while I go hyperventilate in the corner momentarily.
I willingly went to Wal-Mart. I purchased clothing there. I bought a romper. I bought clothing designed by Miley Cyrus.
In conclusion: I went to Wal-Mart yesterday and while I was there I found the cutest romper designed by Miley Cyrus. It was so adorable that I just couldn't leave the store without it!
OMG. Who am I? Well, I'm someone who loves a good, old-fashioned, Miley Cyrus-y, romper that was on sale for $5 from the Awful Superstore.
Just how cute, you wonder?
Almost this cute.
I kid, I kid. I wouldn't be caught dead with hearts on my butt.
Now if you'll excuse me I need to go romp around and play four square. That's what people who wear rompers do, right? Right?