The other day, I was out shopping with Lee. I was browsing, in my amped-up-hummingbird way, when something across the store caught my eye.
"Ooh!!" I said, and headed in that direction.
"What, that yellow coat?" Lee asked.
"How did you know?!?" I thought for sure this was a sign that we are soul mates, always and forever.
He shrugged.
"Because it's the tackiest thing over there."
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I'd like to be offended, but I can't really be, because he's not the first person to say I'm attracted to tacky clothing. But if by 'tacky' you mean 'bright, colorful, and AWESOME,' then I am not offended at all. I EMBRACE your 'tacky' label. In fact, the real travesty here is the fact that I never purchase even a small percentage of the enticingly tacky things I see in the store, and instead end up wearing black 90% of the time. Internet, welcome to my multiple personality disorder.
Edit: I just realized that I really should have titled this, "Some People Just Can't Handle Pizzazz." I apologize for the oversight. It won't happen again.
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