what you lookin at, fool?

or,

one of the many reasons we will never live in South Jordan.

(This photo has nothing to do with South Jordan)

(I looked at a lot of bad, horrible tattoos- but this one really cracked me up!)

For the past 2 days Loo-loo and I have been racing around the valley in search of the perfect items to finish the Super Secret Project. (the super secret project is my anniversary gift to my husband, that I have been working on for the last month and a half.)

One of the items was hard to track down. Well, it was hard to track down because I refused to pay the $115 that most places wanted for it. So I googled around, and called up the Hobby Lobby. (It's a huge new (to Utah) craft store. They have 2 locations so far, South Jordan, and Layton.)

So I picked the closer (but still way way west) location, South Jordan. I got lost, and couldn't find the damn place. I finally figured out that my google map was wrong, and had to drive even further west to get there.

I found what I needed right away, and paid $12. Seriously. 10% of what everyone else was charging. Wahoo!

I got the wrong size though, and had to go back today to swap them out. It was nice and warm today- windy, but I didn't need a jacket. Guess I should have worn one anyway.

I had 2 grown women stare at me. Gawk and make a series of stink-eyed faces.

I just don't think about it anymore- living in Salt Lake, I just don't get stared at very often. So I forget that while in the 'burbs, I can either cover up and look "normal" or not cover up and get holes bored into me by middle aged stuffy women. Those ladies made me embarrassed for myself! I wanted to get out of line and leave the store!

After the first one, I was just a little mad. But after the second one, that couldn't take her eyes off my arms, her eyeballs going up and down, up and down. Don't grown-ups know any better?

I was in a cute girlie black flowy top with roses on it, paired with skinny jeans and sandals. Not sporting goth makeup and chains.

Are my tattoos that bad? Do I look scary? Did they think I was going to kidnap their children and rob them at gunpoint? Geez.

Now, if I had been walking around wearing this ensemble, I would have understood.

(Not that I ever would, mind you, in any setting. And not that I ever could, 'cause I certainly don't look like this.)

Anyway. Whatever.

Loo-loo's favorite part of South Jordan was the tumbleweeds. At one stoplight we counted 10 that flew down the road. Baby ones and big ones. Loo-loo said it was the tumbleweed family getting out of the wind.

It's my anniversary tomorrow. Well, our anniversary. The Super Secret Project is almost finished. I have until 5 o'clock tomorrow to get it done. (cause that's when Danny gets home from work.)