all about risks

I want to share a little story with you. It was yesterday, and my aunt asked my mother and I to come to Elkton to go shopping with her. She had Kohl's cash and wanted to treat us! We said yes, and I was really excited. Why was I excited you may ask? But don't worry because I have a list of reasons for you
1) Shopping! I haven't had new clothes since August!
2) My aunt! She's funny, and makes me laugh. It's always so unexpected, too.
3) A chance to get out of the housseeeee and not play Tetris battle.

Anyway, my main goal was to get a cardigan or sweater with elbow patches. They're starting to become trendy and I've wanted one since like - this past semester. Sweet, so I'm looking and looking and I even pray. I say God, It would be so cool if I could get an elbow patch type of material in my HANDS.

Well, I switch from juniors to young adult, and surprisingly I really like what I see. I felt like I stepped out of the Disney Channel to America's Next Top Model. It was cool, right? I was finding shirts and POLKA DOTS that I actually like! CRAZY! And I'm looking, and while everything I liked was too expensive and no elbow patches were coming up, I was like fine, I'll just have to find something else that I really like. So, I find a Flannel shirt etc etc, and then I pick up a cardi because I always want a cardi. It's grey and I'm like yea, this will match things that I own, plus it's a really good deal because it was like 50 bucks and now it's only like 15. Great - so I get it and then I'm showing my mom and aunt, when I grab and the arm and the frabric feels sort of funny on the elbow...


DING DING DING! ELBOW PATCHES. Let's just say that I drove home with a happy heart and 24 likes on my facebook status.