…so they say.  All except for Xmas day (which was a nice 75 degrees and sunny for all of you who had snow and cold - hehe) - it has been overcast and raining.  I don’t like the rain during the nite time at all.  It’s scary.   I think it’s the sudden claps of thunder and lightening that do me in.  I’m not one for loud noises coming from the sky of any kind.  Call me a baby.  When I was a bit younger my brothers use to light firecrackers near me - and I think I’m still suffering from the trauma! !!  I don’t like scary movies AT ALL, either.  I’m a serious baby when it comes to suspense and blood and/or gore and stuff like that.  I’d prefer to stay in bed and watch romantic comedies all day long.  Call me a sap… I don’t mind.

So today I didn’t do too much because I still wasn’t feeling all that great when I woke up.  But eventually I did have to leave my warm cozy bed. Groan.  Tomorrow I have to start another after school work week.  While the next semester is starting I will be working at a retail store (the limited! yippee… they have some VERY cute clothes!) about 3 days out of the week Mon-Saturday - and then I’ll be working sporadically when my first semester of school starts in February.  It could be worse.  I told my parents that my web business (hardy har har - nudge nudge wink wink!) is going well.  They think I’m busy building web pages and I still have yet to finish this site.  Not that I would or COULD show them this as an example of my “work” and “job” I do - I’m just saying - if it wasn’t for this pretend job I supposedly have on line making websites - I would be forced to work 3-5 days out of the week part time to help pay for school all year long - and I would absolutely D-I-E for sure. 

I don’t mind hard work - but working with a bunch of pushy women all day long and having to lie at how horrible something looks on someone just so I can make my quota of items per sale is really not my idea of a great time. While I was busy trying to psyche myself to start, however, I did think up a really fantastic fantasy. 

Do you want me to tell you about it?

The following is a fantasy.  Any similarities between actual or real events is purely coincidental.  Oh - and by the way … I have never shop lifted in my life…but if I did I would want it to go something like this:

I couldn’t believe that my father had stiffed me of my spending money allowance again.  He had finally put down his foot and insisted that I get a job to help pay for all the expensive clothes I demanded of him each and every week.  “I simply can’t afford it, CeCe.” He explained while shoving that weeks want ads in my hand.  Now as a “young adult” there are only so many jobs one can find.  I certainly was NOT going to work at McDonalds in grease and disgust - that was for sure.  Not that I have anything against Ronald - but nah uh.  That job wasn’t for me.  I was also opposed to working at any place where I would gain weight - so there went all the ice cream/ yogurt shops.  I figured I might be able to get a job for retail - but why wait on my friends that might be coming by?  That would almost be embarrassing, I reasoned to myself.  I decided to go for it, anyways.  I mean … I needed the money and would do almost anything for it.

Walking into some of the stores at the mall I suddenly had a thought.  How easy would it be to just take some clothes while I worked at a store.  I could give myself a little discount and reward myself, couldn’t I?  I had never shop lifted before, but I was just so angry and frustrated that I thought I would just try to do it to see if I could get away with it. 

Walking into the limited, I noticed that quite a few of their clothes had tags on them making them impossible to steal.  However, many of their underwear and bras did NOT have any tags on them.  I loaded up some clothes and snuck in a few panties and bras in the mix and went into the dressing room to try things on.  I made sure the sales ladies saw me trying on clothes so they wouldn’t be suspicious.  I even boldly told them that I wanted to fill out an application and work there in the future.  I modeled and twirled in front of the mirror and even noticed a few guys who were there with their girlfriends, checking me out.   I was on fire.

Heading back into the dressing room I made my move.  I changed back into my clothes but not before I put on a few panties and a few bras.  I layered these clothes over my other panties and bra that I had on - and feeling like I was just too good - left the fitting room and the store letting the ladies who helped me know I would be right back. 

As soon as I left the store - I noticed, however, that there were two large security guards waiting for me right outside the door. 

“young lady” they said gruffly “you’ll need to come with us….”

to be continued…