Tomorrow is graduation in my town. If you read Time to Cry Tuesday this week you saw the emotional side of Jana’s graduation 2 years ago. This post is to make you all laugh, and get a full picture of the runaway train I call my life. I thought it was time for a little levity since all my girls are a bit weepy this week – myself included. Nostalgia is contagious. It is kind of like a contact breakdown.
The picture above is the bottom of Jana’s graduation dress. Why we had to buy one is beyond me because they wear gowns, but a day or two before graduation we were frantically pulling sundresses and espadrilles off shelves in an attempt to have the perfect outfit.
Jana walked into the cafeteria to wait with all the graduates. She was sitting at a table with her friends when someone asked, “Hey Jan, did you steal that dress?” She looked at them like they were crazy and said, “Yeh, I steal all my clothes, why?”. The answer was an honest one, “Well, I was just asking because you still have the security tag on the bottom of that dress.”
Typical!
For some reason that spring everywhere I shopped they left the security tags on. No really. I swear I am not a kleptomaniac. A maniac, yes, but not a klepto.
The best part of this story is that we cleaned her closet this week and found the dress, security tag still fastened. I put it in the bag for the Good Will bins and drop it off this week. I hope they don’t track me down from my used clothes and try to arrest me.
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i could cry but i don't have time 
OMG. That totally happened to me! Except I had no other dress to wear. So the husband I took pliers to the tag. Except it was of those with ink. And… When I finally brought it back to the store to return it, semi-hysterical, they let me. Wow. Memories.
Congrats to the graduation girl and her mom! : )
So funny. I once brought home the security tag on a pair of pants and, because we live on an island and couldn’t get back to mall, my ex tried to remove it. Well, dark blue ink over the pants ruined them. At least she got to wear and enjoy the dress.
Graduation time is so emotional; I just barely got through it. Good luck!
There’s a security tag still attached to my youngest son……..
Funny!!
Who knew there was INK in them?!
I am SO in for trouble… embarrassingly weepy at pre-school graduation.. kids wearing hand-made paper grad caps…