Next time you're on your way home from a family reunion/vacation in the blazing heat,
and you haven't showered in two days and one or more babies has pooped on your clothes,
and your Gremlin touched the backside of your skirt with his cherry pie gone awry hands that in his words "turned into a gooey geyser",
and the salsa your dad gave you as a parting gift also decorates your two days unwashed denim skirt because you ate it at midnight in the van while Danny hit every pothole in Arizona but you couldn't stop (eating that is) because it was so darn yummy,
do not decide you'll run into the Target that is only 30 minutes from home for a potty-break and maybe to pick up some pants for the 6 year old (because they are most likely on sale due to school starting).
You will run into one of the sweetest, happiest, always dressed to perfection mother of twins plus one that you know.
And you will shrink down into your stink trying to hide.
You will thank me later.
Here I am wearing the shirt and skirt before we started the drive home.